You can really fill this one in yourself. Just assume the sort of interests a young, faux-intellectual, urban politico would think to put here. A smattering a cerebral hobbies mixed in with occasional digressions into ironic lowbrow (celebrity mags, say) carefully placed to assure you of my down-to-earthness. Also, I'm all about the benjamins, I dislike phony rappers, and I can kick it (yes I can!).
Rich, dreamy scientologists who'd like to make me their trophy bride in order to obscure various personal "indiscretions" that could harm their career. I think that's the sort of keep-ya-guessing tabloid romance a political writer needs in order to make it in this town.
Spearhead, Tribe Called Quest, Grouch and Eligh, The Coup Styles of Beyond, Deltron, Badly Drawn Boy, Saul Williams (which of these things is not like the other, hmm?).
They're all embarrassing, and not a single one is subtitled! Man, I am *such* a fraud.
A toss-up between the Babysitter's Club, Dick Marcinko, and Proust.