What stories will you have to tell to acquaintances at dinner when you’re older than you are currently? So far I don’t think I have any good ones. I have scoliosis? “That’s interesting about your time spent [doing something worth talking about] in [an interesting place]. I have scoliosis and blogged in my 20s. One time I met Jared Leto.” AHHHHH! What are we doing?! I bring it up because in a recent interview with Parade, James Lipton spoke a bit about the year he spent as a pimp in Paris in the 1950s. What?! James!:

“Paris was different then, still poor. Men couldn’t get jobs and, in the male chauvinist Paris of that time, the women couldn’t get work at all. It was perfectly respectable for them to go into le milieu…

[One of the prostitutes and I] became great friends. When I ran out of money, I said, ‘I have to go home.’ She said, ‘No, you don’t. I’ll arrange for you.’ So she arranged for me to do it. I had to be okayed by the underworld; otherwise they would’ve found me floating in the Seine … I represented them a [whole bordello], but her especially. I did a roaring business, and I was able to live for a year. The French mecs didn’t exploit women. They represented them, like agents. And they took a cut. That’s how I lived. I was going through my rites of passage, no question about it. It was a great year of my life.”

That is a great story! I mean, it is a weird story and one could have numerous problems with it, I’m sure, like if you don’t like the idea of French prostitutes because you saw Les Miserable recently and Anne Hathaway did a good job, but also WHAT A LIFE JAMES LIPTON HAS LIVED! “Bring us another round of whatever, we want to hear James Lipton tell more stories.” That’s probably what it’s always like when people go to dinner with James Lipton. “Bring us another round of whatever, Kelly just started talking about trying to find an apartment in an area of Brooklyn sort of near the park, hopefully with an office type area, but for not too much money.” AHHHHHH! (Via The Huffington Post.)