Meghan O'Keefe

I live in New York. I am a comedian, writer and actor. My day job is blogging for VH1.com. I write about the silly things celebrities and pop stars do, so you know...God's work.

You may have seen my writing on many other reputable websites (The Huffington Post, Hello Giggles, xojane.com, The Hairpin, Splitsider, The FW, etc.). I also write crazy blogs about Game of Thrones, Magneto and Jeff Goldblum.

I don't want to talk about anything with you except Star Trek Into Darkness.

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I was never given any formal training as a spy. What I knew about tracking, interrogation, torture and panache was all picked up from my days as a loungewear model in late 1950’s Milan. I worked for some exceptional designers. They covered my perfect mutant frame in Merino wools, Scottish tweeds and Indian cotton. They taught me the importance of posture when you want to intimidate people and which shade of oatmeal best compliments my eyes. Being a male model in 1950’s Europe was a highly competitive job. A Serbian chap once tried to strangle me before a go-see. You learn hand to hand combat in the strangest ways sometimes. The biggest thing modeling taught me about being a spy was how to sell the “idea” of being a spy. I had no affiliation to any government group, but when I entered that bar in Argentina, those Nazis believed I did because I wore my clothes so well. Yes, that was the biggest thing I got out of being a model—well, that, and an impressive knitware collection. An excerpt from The Autobiography of Magneto X, by Erik Lensherr

I was never given any formal training as a spy. What I knew about tracking, interrogation, torture and panache was all picked up from my days as a loungewear model in late 1950’s Milan. I worked for some exceptional designers. They covered my perfect mutant frame in Merino wools, Scottish tweeds and Indian cotton. They taught me the importance of posture when you want to intimidate people and which shade of oatmeal best compliments my eyes. Being a male model in 1950’s Europe was a highly competitive job. A Serbian chap once tried to strangle me before a go-see. You learn hand to hand combat in the strangest ways sometimes. The biggest thing modeling taught me about being a spy was how to sell the “idea” of being a spy. I had no affiliation to any government group, but when I entered that bar in Argentina, those Nazis believed I did because I wore my clothes so well. Yes, that was the biggest thing I got out of being a model—well, that, and an impressive knitware collection.

An excerpt from The Autobiography of Magneto X, by Erik Lensherr

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    errr… ok if you say so
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  3. bridgessquares said: This is completely off-topic, but I’m still hoping for an all male season of ANTM one of these days. I mean, it’d never happen, but it’d be a refreshing shift in the kind of crazy usually seen.
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    So this is a brilliant idea and I’m in love with it
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