Jane’s Phone: You Are Kindly Invited to a Gossip Session 11/22 at My House!

To start out with, this Polaroid is on my phone because it was just now sent to me by my old assistant at Sassy magazine, Elizabeth Larsen (here on the right at her 1991 or so going away party, looking exactly the way she still looks right now — with me on the left, looking so unrecognizable that Charlie didn't believe it was me).

This picture made me wonder why I ever dyed my hair blonde or straightened it. Though I do know it was a gradual process that started when I had my first TV show (the very bad “Jane” Show on Fox) and the network/producers thought it would look better on camera if I had some “depth” in my hair created by blonde highlights, rather than looking like I was wearing a matte black helmet. They also had a conference call about my eyebrows. And had me get rid of my nose ring. Anyhow, the lightening got lighter and lighter and more pervasive with every TV project and now my own hair even grows out light. It’s so weird how that happens when your physical body transforms into what you are imagining it to look like. Has anything like that ever happened to you? For another example, my breasts kept growing beyond my 30s (not unlike Meredith from Real Housewives of Salt Lake City! as you well know!!) and I think it’s because I always thought I was still maturing and that they would. It never occurred to me that they would stop growing at some point.

So all of that rambling nonsense leads me to this: Would you want to join me to share rambling nonsense on Friday night?

We all know how weird everything is right now. None of the old tricks to get out of funk/negativity seem to be working. But one of my fallback vices that is so immature, and often temporarily helpful, is gossip. So I was wondering if you guys wanted to reconvene this Friday evening/night for our second ever live subscriber chat here to ramble and gossip and see if it helps us.

Note that I am sure there is understandable PTSD around us chatting because our last one happened on election night, but we will all be living through that together again and can help each other through or try to purge it together.

The other thing I wanted to say is that for any of you who have not already signed up for your amazingly pink Sassy T-shirts, we are going to be sending them out soon and have, according to Charlie, a few left. I was going to give you the exact number, but he is more into accuracy than I am and reminded me that that number will change the longer this post is up. So if you still want one of that small batch of hot sweet limited-edition Sassy T’s (with my sassy signature on it), all you have to do is take out an annual subscription or upgrade from annual to “forever” or “lifetime” or whatever that one is called. That way we can chat and gossip and moan and whine and giggle and remember together that we are OK — while knowing that your beautiful, soft, comforting yet powerful Sassy T-shirt will be on its way to you shortly. So sign up or upgrade if you want to! Invite good friends to also! I’ll meet you back here on the lucky night of 11/22 at 8 pm Eastern time. I’ll say now that I’ll stay on for at least an hour, but anyone who came to the last one knows that I hung around until the next morning actually! So I am hard to kick out of a party, but at least I’m there from 8 until 9 for sure. Does that sound good?