April 2nd ;-)

You almost had me there... wondering if I should post a comment/letter about my Broadsheet being hijacked.

And on the same day when I read another reader's suggestion (which I can no longer find) that maybe other papers should also have a "chick" page... like Broadsheet. Or was it that men needed their own page? Anyway, I thought "yeah, sure, like that will keep the men from invading this space..."

Yes, please, April fool? Cause it's really all about Jake Gyllenhaal!

The link from the main page was broken. I cracked up when I looked at it, though: it said "broodsheet". Perfect!

Am I the only one to believe that this an actual April Fool's joke? A clever one, I might add.

Thanks again for being funny, Broadsheet :)

Where I am it ain't April first yet. Grumble...Nor where Salon is (note date stamp).

At least, I hope the Bradsheet image is...he really would look better in chiffon.

Nice one-you guys slay me. Happy April Fools, you nuts!

Love it, happy April First

Welcome, everyone, to this new corner of Salon.

Breaths in deep ... Ahhhhh ... Taste that sweet air of inclusivness !

p.s Like the graphic, you should keep it

I thought "yeah, sure, like that will keep the men from invading this space..."

If you want womens only places there's plenty of them on the web, I'm sure you could sound off to a sympathetic audience on Oxygen.

But the Salon I love is for *everyone*, no exclusive little cubbyholes.

And fortunately, still has a sense of humour.

So expect plenty of editorial input from our male colleagues, especially Farhad Manjoo

and irony

But Broadsheet chooses to print People-magazine-level tripe about stars we're supposed to care about every day.

The joke's on you, Salon and Broadsheet. This is funny-on-purpose instead of funny-and-pathetic, like your usual stuff on stars and their 'quirky' habits.

When I visited LA a few weeks ago, I was happy to meet up with a good friend I hadn't seen in a while. It had been so long since we last hung out, that I was sure we had both changed a lot and may not have as much in commmon anymore. I was immediately relieved because, while we had both changed, we were still bros and still laughed at the same stupid shit and that's always good. Isn't it sometimes fucked up when you encounter an old friend who has gone through some extreme lifestyle changes, like being openly gay, or super religous, or whatever, and you don't know how to react? You have to expect some changes, but some changes are easier to accept than others. I have not had many such encounters however, I figure as I age, I'll re-meet old friends who go through extreme phases and I can either accept them for who they are or be an ignorant jerk. So I'm in LA, hanging out with an old friend, and his friends who were equally cool, and wishing I didn't have to leave that night. It was my last day in LA (that has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? It was my last day in LA) And my friend and his friends decided to buy a star map, which I was initially totally against, but quickly warmed up to, when they decided to pass around a joint. I have this whole thing where I try to act cool and I don't get star struck because I am more interested in certain directors and writers (who aren't always very recognizable) and only admire certain specific celebrities, but don't care much for a majority of them and I learned quickly that if you wear sunglasses, you can still watch them from afar without looking like a tourist. Fucking tourist! (Think: Fight Club, when Edward Norton (Jack) is talking about Helena Bonham Carter (Marla)) As we were driving around the city, getting lost, deciding/arguing over whose house we should drive by, nobody argued at the idea of trying to find, and then driving by Brad Pitt's house (and by the way, those star maps are fucking confusing and half the people on there haven't acted in years). A little less than an hour after deciding we should try to find Brad Pitt's house, we were all pretty sure we found it and drove by. We all collectively agreed that we maybe saw half of his left arm behind some truck that was backing into his secure, gated driveway. I don't know if it was the weed talking, and while I am very confident at this point in my life that I am not gay, I thought of something totally gross and thought I should share it with the rest of the car. I asked aloud, "I wonder how many people in the world would lick Brad Pitt's asshole if given the opprotunity?" and added, "I bet the percentage is a lot higher than you would think." I tried to break this statement down, and I don't remember if I said this aloud or not, but I thought (once again maybe aloud, but I don't remember for sure) "I wonder how many people in the world would either pay to lick Brad Pitt's asshole, get paid to lick Brad Pitt's asshole, or would lick Brad Pitt's asshole for free." I'm sorry because, even I am a little grossed out after writing this and as I now understand there are some people who I totally respect that may stumble upon this entry and I want to assure everyone that I promise I am not totally crazy (just a touch crazy), and I'm not gay, and I consider myself a generally classy, polite, guy for the most part but the truth is that I did ask the initial question to my friend and his friends and I am embarrassed that the thought ever entered my mind. But it did. And I am only being honest in writing this, and maybe someone will even laugh if they made it all the way through this story.