Some Options for the Opening of My Celebrity Profile
For use in Vanity Fair, Rolling Stone, McCall’s, and elsewhere
When you hear the name Lindsay Katai, you obviously think, “star.” What you might not think is “amazing soup-cooker, a cooker of soups.” She made me a bisque. What kind of bisque? Who cares. She’s the type of woman who can drink cosmos with the girls and whiskey with the guys, an old soul with a new brain, who thinks we shouldn’t defund public schools while at the same time supporting a school voucher system—not to mention beautiful even without makeup. After finishing the mystery bisque, she brought out a tin of discontinued British candy I’d casually mentioned enjoying as a child. How did she know? And where did she get them? I was in love.
I was sitting at the café carefully arranging my baguette, coffee, phone, laptop, and other phone to be the optimal distance from one another on the table, when a delicate but capable hand came into view to assist me. “Is that what you were going for?” asked the mostly disembodied voice of an angel. That angel just happened to be Lindsay Katai. And not only was she beautiful without makeup, but she was also very good at arranging things on tables. Be still my heart.
Lindsay Katai was 10 minutes late to the Lancer’s where she insisted I meet her. “Ten stylish…
