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"The early 1990&amp;#039;s was a crazy period for me. Two years into adjusting to life as a divorcee, I had a tiny apartment, small expenses, and huge Hollywood Dreams. I had worked my way up from tour guide at NBC to a secretary on Saved by the Bell: The New Class. The &amp;quot;New Class&amp;quot; portion of the title meant that Mario Lopez and Mark-Paul Gosselaar were no longer in the cast, but Dustin Diamond (known to the world as Screech) remained. I had a horrible haircut, but I was young and leggy, which meant that on some months I couldn&amp;#039;t cross a street without someone asking me out. (No joke - I literally had a few people offer me dates as I crossed Sunset and Gower... and no, I was NOT mistaken for a hooker for those of you familiar with that part of town.) I was madly in love with a man who would one day turn into my best gay friend. I had a mock marriage proposal by Dustin Diamond which I turned down before he went on to leave Save by the Bell, make chess videos, and other choice movies. Between all this commotion I moved my way up to writers&amp;#039; assistant on a show that will remain nameless. While it sounds glamorous, those in the business know that being a writers&amp;#039; assistant means little creativity and tons of typing other writers&amp;#039; scripts. As a man, it means you have a small shot of being propelled into a real writers&amp;#039;s job. As a woman, it means you had a much smaller chance, and if you were me, it meant you got fired for not wanting to be treated like an uneducated piece of ass by an even bigger think &amp;quot;ass&amp;quot; and then add a big &amp;quot;circle&amp;quot; next to it. (clue: that would be donkey hole.) That person, like the show, will remain nameless. I do forgive him, after all, glorious things rose out of the ashes of my early 20&amp;#039;s drama and upheaval. My ex-gay boyfriend, who at the time was still my lovahhhhhh, was working on Hangin&amp;#039; With Mr. Cooper Hangin&amp;#039; With Mr. Cooper. He got me an interview with a super guy&amp;#039;s guy who hired me on the spot. I thought it was because I was so fabulous and such a talent. But later on, waaay after he found out I was stupping his gay production assitant, and almost a decade after he and I had become writing partners and had produced some honest to goodness TV shows together (and no, we never had sex... not even once!) he told me that he hired me because, well, I had nice cha-cha&amp;#039;s. Part 2 to this oh-so-soap opery saga on Saturday. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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