I have a hairy chest. It’s a symbol of how much of a man I am – or more realistically, how determined I am to wear a sweater 12 months of the year. The other day I was talking to someone at a pool party, and she asked me if my chest had always been this hairy. I said “well, I have arthritis, and one of the side effects of the medication is a really, really hairy chest”. And she believed me. Gotta love LA.