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Gwen spills MAJOR tea to the New Yorker
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When I first learned I’d be interviewing Gwen Stefani, the world’s coolest glam diva, I nearly lost my mind. And when I told my Uber driver that in mere minutes I’d be hanging with the Hollaback Girl herself, he, too, was overwhelmed with excitement.
We sat in stunned silence for the rest of the ride, as a flurry of questions raced through my mind: Would I bring up the bindis?
The cornrows?
The bantu knots? The silent breakdancing Japanese women? The braces?
The Native American headdress?
The Jamaican thing? The “Fiddler on the Roof” thing? The Moby thing?
The answer was no to all of the above, my reasoning being that
(a) Gwen is a searingly unique artist, and is therefore above criticism, and (
b) her publicist had threatened me and my family.
When we pulled up to her stunning Beverly Hills mansion, there was Gwen, waiting on the veranda. I approached, and Gwen awoke from her daydream, tucked a platinum lock behind her ear, and welcomed me with a big hug. “Hey, I’m Gwen!” she cooed. “I made guacamole with peas in it.”
We promptly got down for girl time.
“My whole life, I told people I was this normal girl from Orange County,” she murmured, setting down a bowl of tortilla chips. “But, now that I’m divorced, I just want to be honest with people. It’s, like, just say it, Gwen! I’m a tetrapod—the nearest common ancestor of all living reptiles and amniotes, an ancient, four-limbed vertebrate.”
She breathed a sigh of relief.
“Wow. At forty-six, it feels so good to get that off my chest.”
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Read more: http://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily...-shes-tetrapod
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The full article is one of the best things I've read in ages.
