Eric, you can read Cindy Adams's gossip column at PageSix.com. This as an extended version of the NY Post's notorious gossip section called, yes, Page Six.

I just finished reading Charles R. Cross' biography of Kurt Cobain, Heavier Than Heaven. I found it fascinating, and was even teary by the very end page! Some parts were hilarious, like Steve Albini calling Courtney Love a "psycho hosebeast," and Kurt's grandfather remarking on seeing Courtney walk around their home in a slip: "She had no pants on. It sure as hell wasn't ladylike." But one of my favorite parts was a letter Kurt wrote to his ex-girlfriend and Bikini Kill member Tobi Vail at the end of 1993 when Nirvana were already huge:

"I made about five million dollars last year and I"m not giving a red cent to that elitist, little fuck Calvin Johnson. No way! I've collaborated with one of my idols, William Burroughs and I couldn't feel cooler. I moved away to L.A. for a year and came back to find that three of my best friends have become full blow heroine addicts. I've learned to hate riot grrrl, a movement in which I was a witness to its very initial inception because I fucked the girl who put out the first grrr-style fanzine and now she is exploiting the fact that she fucked me. Not in a huge way, but enough to feel exploited. But that's ok because I chose to let corporate white men exploit me a few years ago and I love it. It feels good. And I'm not gonna donate a single fucking dollar to the fucking needy indie fascist regime. They can starve. Let them eat vinyl. Every crumb for himself. I'll be able to sell my untalented, very ungeious ass for years based on my cult status."

Kurt sockin' it to the elitist indie rockers, including the titan of indie rock no less. "Let them eat vinyl." I love it!

DEODORANT UPDATE
Well, still having trouble with the roller mechanism. I have to shake it repeatedly to feel like there is any deoderant on it. I also find that by the end of a work day I'm a little sweaty and stinky, as opposed to when I used aluminum-packed Secret. I guess I need to bring it to work and reapply, or maybe I'm still just not getting enough on in the first place.