None of my nearest and dearest could believe it: I was prepared to endure all those trucker massage parlor billboards along I-75 on a pilgrimage to Atlanta to see Chelsea Handler, my favorite (living) comedian, and I wasn’t even going to attempt to get an interview? Capitano, you are one crazy cat.
It’s true, I didn’t so much as attempt a Facebook message with the sassy host of E!’s “Chelsea Lately.” You see, if she agreed to an interview, and we didn’t get along so hot, then I’d have a very hard time continuing to enjoy her career arc.
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So I left my journalist hat south of the trucker massage parlor billboards and took in Handler’s stand-up material, which turned out to be too-familiar and therefore disappointing. But, I can get over that. It’s nothing personal. An interview is personal, and I wasn’t willing to gamble that she wouldn’t disappoint me.