I moved here nine months ago from New York. There are a lot of perks to this job--fancy parties thrown by magazines where celebrities show up. After a while, celeb sightings were no longer a big deal. Then Jane magazine hosted a business dinner here, and our ad rep said they were bringing in the editor, Jane Pratt. I love the magazine, and I'm personally infatuated with her as well. It's not like a personal crush--I just have a lot of respect for her. We got to the restaurant and I went in the bathroom and there she was, washing her hands, and I couldn't talk. I fumbled through my hellos. She was great: "Hi, great to meet you, looking forward to dinner." I can't remember what they served--all I cared about was her. Everybody was chatting and laughing with her, and I totally sat there in fear. I was embarrassed, but I took the latest issue of Jane and asked her to sign the editor's page. As soon as I got back to my office I removed the page and framed it, and it's on the wall in my living room. I find it ironic--show me Barbra Streisand, Tom Cruise, Ben Affleck, and it's "whatever." But with Jane Pratt I was on my knees bowing. Celebrity is in the eye of the beholder, I guess.
--Joanne Mannhaupt, media planner