Dance Monkey: Lizz Winstead

A visiting comic in the hot seat
By SARA FAITH ALTERMAN  |  July 16, 2007
Liza Winstead

Hustler Magazine recently patted itself on the back for continuing to reveal the dirty little secrets of public officials. What do you think Larry Flint’s dirty little secrets could be?
That he keeps a Bible by his bed. Or that whole wheelchair thing is a big fake.

What do you think happens to Harry Potter in the final book?
I think he meets up with Ted Haggard and they have a not-gay gay affair and then Harry Potter has to go to gay-conversion camp. It will be called Harry Pott-him.

Merriam-Webster just added a bunch of contemporary words like “crunk” and “ginormous” to the dictionary. Make up a word right now and let’s try to incorporate it into the vernacular of millions. Go.
“Crackpottery.” It’s the definition of when people deny science in the name of religious fact. I also like “anticipointment.” It happens a lot on TV shows like Extra and ET when they say things like “Will Pamela Anderson show her naked body to the world?” And then the answer is always no. No she won’t.

What did you think when Christopher Hitchens famously wrote in Vanity Fair that women aren’t funny?
That’s like saying Christopher Hitchens doesn’t want to fuck me. What do I care?

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