OMG, there's a profile of Pee Wee in the New York Times! Now I love that Pee Wee with a fierce Tyra-ish love, a love that was only intensified after the Pee Wee penis incident (it was humanizing!), so don't fault me for pointing out a few unfortunate turns of phrase used throughout the piece:

"With cockeyed dream logic, the answer occurred to him."

"For survival it’s much easier to not stick out."

"Mr. Reubens, as a rock concert promoter, gets to pop his cork, spewing"

Okay and this is just gross:

"His girth expanded, his hair gray-flecked, his adenoidal whine modulated to a grainy croon."

But, uh, the article's really good, and Pee Wee is really weird, and his picture is so crotch-covered debonair.