By Rebecca Schoenkopf
Do I despise Fox-TV’s Christina Gonzales? Si! I do! I have twice seen her barge into the most obscene grief, once when she and her producers pointed their camera at a woman who had just come home to find her husband had killed their four children and himself. The woman walked back and [...]

By Rebecca Schoenkopf
PEOPLE WHO ARE IN LOVE WITH ME:
Phil Angelides. (His wife said so.)
Some city commissioner from San Francisco.
Every old person from Orange County ever.
My boyfriend State Sen. Gil Cedillo. (And if not, that’s on him.)
I’m pretty sure South County Labor guy Ray Cordova, though he may still just be carrying a torch for my [...]

By Rebecca Schoenkopf
When District publisher and editor-in-chief Will Swaim told me there was an Orange County Press Club meeting, and that he’d be addressing it, I put on my party shoes and rolled on down. Whee! A panel!
Will was terribly late, of course, being somehow unaware there would be traffic on the 55 at 6 [...]

By Rebecca Schoenkopf
New Fi were just about done Saturday night when we and Kelly O and the Dibs‘ Chris Hanlin and other such folk ran into the Pike Saturday night, so Dan Lo Fi Champion (he’ll always be Dan Lo Fi Champion to us) and Roberto and . . . um, Billy? Sean? And that [...]

KEN “SKINDOG” COLLINS by EDWIN MORALES/BILLABONG XXL
By Rebecca Schoenkopf
I was not on the list for Billabong’s Big Wave Monster Energy Drink Something Something Contest, seeing as how I hadn’t asked to be because I’m not particularly employed anymore (shockingly, blogging for The District is somewhat less than a full-time gig!), but Arrissia was, because she’s [...]