Hate; I really don’t like you.

The other day, Gawker ran this article about actresses we really hate. Everyone has a few. For me, it’s Miley Cyrus, Megan Fox, and Kristen Stewart. I know that my mom hates Renee Zelwegger and Nicole Kidman.

I realized the other night that I really, really want to hate Rashida Jones. She’s never personally wronged me or anything, she just… I don’t really know. She was a stuck-up bitch in Freaks & Geeks (which I’m just now watching for the first time), and has dated a significant portion of famous people that I’ve had crushes on (here’s looking at you John Krasinski and Jon Favreau). It also didn’t help that more often than not I hated her character on The Office. (She tried to step between Jam! Not okay!)

But I can’t hate her. I love her too much. I really just loved her in I Love You, Man. That was such a great little movie to me. Jason Segel, Paul Rudd, Juno’s dad, Andy Samberg. And Jones’ Zoey was just fantastic. I really believed her relationship with Paul Rudd’s character. It was just really nice and adorable. Not gonna lie, I’m a little jealous. Also, she was in The Social Network. I really can’t seem to hate anyone if they do a good job on an Aaron Sorkin project.

“If I could recruit two more dollars…”

During the never-ending wait for Toy Story 3, amid all of the late night Denny’s runs and despite the grueling hours I put in at the lovely pool (what up, BVFAC?) I still find time to enjoy politics. I started my internship today at the lovely office of Congressman Dennis Kucinich. It was a blast. Yeah, some of the things I was tasked with were menial, but it was never boring. The people there are fun and intelligent and I’ve learned a lot already. I genuinely like the staffers and I’m getting the hang of phoning up agencies (oh, hello FEMA). But sometimes the stories you hear at the office aren’t quite as funny as the ones you hear once you’re home. (Generally speaking, they’re less confidential, too.) Case in point: I get home last night and what does mom have to show me right off the bat: FAVS!!!The Time Obama's Hottie Speechwriter Played Shirtless Beer Pong With His Bros

Don’t even try to tell me that you don’t remember him.

And that great little nugget of gold led me to this, which is, to me, almost more exciting. Plus, it reminds me of the great little pictorial display of Obama Admin. staffers hanging from Anne’s dorm room walls.  Oh, politics. You have yet to bore me to tears.

Handshakefullness

I’m sorry that I haven’t posted in a while, but I promise, nothing of much consequence happened. (Aside from the minor pillow fight Anne and I had while waiting for an episode of the Office to buffer.)  And yes, I probably should be doing my Arabic homework, but you’ll soon see why this takes precedence.

The truth of the matter is that for a little while now I’ve felt slightly inconsequential next to most people that I know.  Everyone seems to have met famous politicians, actors, athletes or other celebrities. But myself?  No, of course not.  I mean, my dad met Muhammad Ali on the street and got an autograph, just after he changed his name from Cassius Clay.  My roommate Amanda was in what she described as “the most powerful handshake triangle ever” with Barack and Michelle Obama.  Myself?  Nada. I hadn’t even seen a celebrity up close while walking down the street until I moved to DC.  And let’s be frank, not too many people would count my seeing either Bo or Jon Favreau as much of a celebrity sighting. But all that changed today.

“What happened today, Molly?”, you may ask.  Well, let me tell you, a whole lot.  Terrifying dream aside, I not only got my ticket to hear Helen Thomas* speak, but I also went to an MTV / GWU sponsored Veterans Day event right across the street from me.  “Who were the keynote speakers?”, you may ask.  None other than Alma Powell (Colin Powell’s wife), Dr. Jill Biden, and Michelle Obama! Yes, it was an exciting experience made even better by the fact that we were in the sixth row (the first four were reserved).  As Obama and Biden left, Amanda, Anne, and I scurried up to the front of the auditorium to watch them exit.  We were quite close to them.

But to really top things off, I GOT TO SHAKE HANDS WITH MICHELLE OBAMA!!!!!! Oh, yeah, and Jill Biden, too. But, really, Michelle Obama! She held my hand for a solid 3-5 seconds.  That is quality hand graspage.  When Amanda and I got home from eating 35 minutes later, Anne was still quivering with excitement – Michelle put a hand on her shoulder while shaking Anne’s hand.  This was one excellent day.

*Helen Thomas is known as the Dean of the White House Press Corps, and has worked in the White House for 57 years.  She has covered every presidential administration since John F. Kennedy.

EXCITEMENT!

Jon Favreau* sighting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

After class today Amanda and I walked to the White House after grabbing some lunch at the McDonalds around the corner. ( We go out for lunch every Thursday to avoid our cleaning lady because we feel strange having someone else do our chores).  While we were loitering in front of our favorite stretch of fence we saw staffers from the West Wing entering and exiting the front gate.  As we watched, a man in a blue dress shirt came outside.  After some gawking, Amanda supposed that it might be John Favreau.  She snapped an inconspicous picture of the fella on her cell phone. Upon returning to the dorm, we shared the picture with Anne who helped us confirm it was, indeed, Jon Favreau.

To make this all the more exciting, he seemed like a supremely affable guy.  He was chatting amiably with other West-Wingers.  Next time, I promised Amanda, we would say something.

This was infinitely more exciting than the possible sighting late in June.  My college orientation group was hanging out on Pennsylvania Avenue at about 11 pm and I though that I might have seen him leaving work, but there’s no way to be certain.

If we can get Amanda’s picture up here, you’ll be able to have your very on Jon Favreau sighting!

*Jon Favreau is Obama’s Director of Speechwriting. He is the second-youngest person to hold the position.  He also happens to be my idol.