She’s invited me to join her poolside on more comfortable wicker furniture, and she sits with her knees pulled to her chest.
Ted has nothing but the highest regard for Chelsea both personally and professionally." The statement follows an initial Monday report from Gawker that Handler and Harbert had broken up, which the E! The website says that "Handler was the one to do the breaking-up." The pair had denied breakup rumors that surfaced during summer 2009.
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These days, though, making people laugh is not necessarily enough, and even the term p.c. Lately, there’s room — arguably, a lot of room — for earnestness in comedy, especially among the critical darlings.
Aziz Ansari grapples with taking his immigrant parents for granted in his Netflix series Master of None. occasionally makes being a middle-aged white guy feel profound.
For starters, it's essential to "be yourself," on the app.
"You want to let people know who you are," said Rad.
A couple of months ago, for instance, Handler chased an Ambien with vodka to show what happens when a person stays awake on that combo (in this case, she’s awful at Twister, feels judged by her pets, and doesn’t remember any of it the next day).
It’s one of the milder scenes in “Chelsea Does Drugs” — later in that installment, Handler learns her friends were once so concerned about her recreational drug use that they considered an intervention, a scene she swears was not rehearsed for the cameras. No,’” she says, and her gravelly laughter echoes across the backyard.
"You'd be surprised how much people pick up in photos, and how much they pick up about your personality." Given the many social media platforms -- Facebook, Snapchat, Twitter, Instagram, etc.
-- that we all frequent, Rad stressed the importance of being authentic.
“We’re not saving lives or anything, but if you’re going to be in this business, then you should want to be as interesting as possible, and make interesting choices, and keep it compelling.” It’s January, and we’re in her Bel-Air home, an expansive, well-appointed property: white walls, neatly arranged atlases, a coffee-table book as tall as a toddler mounted on a music stand and opened to a Dolly Parton spread.