Of all the media stuff I’ve done, nobody came to an interview having done more homework than BW. She treated me with respect and intelligence. Way cool.
Alas the only photographic record of the encounter, outside of the 20/20 episode itself (largely consumed by the insatiable and ever-ravenous Pregnant Man ©) is this snapshot hurriedly taken on someone’s cheesey cell phone. All the retouching tricks in all of iPhoto’s great empire can’t transform this into a portrait that is flattering to either one of us, alas. Still, you know how it goes. We’ll always have Paris.