I was going to invite chef René Redzepi for his adorable Danish-ness, but I’m too lazy to go foraging for edible weeds near Lake Ontario. So I’ll forgive the rare misstep that was The Interview and ask Seth Rogen over to my house (after I hide all my framed portraits of him). There’d be less pressure: Seth seems like the kind of guest who wouldn’t care if I had nothing but half an onion decomposing in my fridge. He’d heartily chuckle as I poured beer into my Toni Braxton mug. And he’d probably be delighted when I suggested ordering Swiss Chalet and watching movies with “strong female leads” on Netflix.
But I’m also fine if he wants to come over and . #eroticfanfiction —Brian Anson Wong, associate art director