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Female agents of CAA rival firms, watch out: If you insist on using your genitals in a literal screwing situation rather than in the classic, metaphorical agenting sense and find yourself pregnant, the Creative Artists may be sniffing around your clients. We hear that while you attend to your various prenatal concerns, the House That Ovitz Built is back to its leave-no-talent-unstolen ways, whispering in your meal-tickets' ears that when Junior arrives, New Mommy Agent won't have time to service their needs. (Especially if you're toiling at William Morris.) CAA, meanwhile, will gladly forgo any personal relationships that might interfere with the single-minded pursuit of their percentages and use their junk only for the kind of fucking Hollywood expects.