“Top Model is still self-aggrandizing in a sad way”? What reality show isn’t? From making it to Fashion Week on Project Runway, to winning a dance competition for pre-teens on Dance Moms, and ad nauseum, each goal is treated with a solemnity and awe that would be more appropriate for being granted the secret to…
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How embarrassing. I did this once, about 40 years ago, when I reviewed an Up Up With People performance that was patriotically celebrating the 50 states at Radio City. Never mind that the performance and everything about it was astonishingly bad, I was basically sullen and upset because it was not Hamlet, Einstein…
Knew a socialite in NYC, whose prime was post WWII. In her 70s by the time I met her, she was completely unable to walk barefoot, even from her bed to the bathroom. Had tufted, golden, high heeled bed shoes for that.
It’s not just women anymore who have to face these sorts of expectations. As a gay man who is dating, I’ve learned that lots of men find untrimmed, natural, body hair to be repulsive.
In other news there are many, many, thousands of people in country jail awaiting trial for as long as 3 years, because they can’t afford the completely symbolic bail of even a couple hundred dollars that an uncaring, thoughtless judge and criminal justice systems assesses them with. The homeless and the mentally ill…
A couple decades ago I was in charge of PR at a monastic Zen Buddhist retreat center, and spent a lot of time trying to get free press. One month I was delighted to land a quarter page mention in Vogue. They vaguely mischaracterized us as offering a spa-like get away, while the truth was a that visiting us meant…
She cares about poetry. You can hear it.
I appreciate his gestures, but I am disappointed with the level of help he’s provided. As far as embodying the image of a courageous knight in armor, fighting for more decent prison sentencing and conditions, he falls short.
On begging the question.
Of songs about “work”, Prince’s Let’s Work is and always will be the best.
A friend of mine was a body double for Angelica Houston in a Woody Allen flick, right at the time that the scandal about him and Soon-Yi was at it’s apex. It was a huge deal in the way that only Manhattan scandals are. You couldn’t get on the subway without seeing blankets of banner headlines on the NY Post and…
A friend’s son was on the same softball team as one of Maria Shriver’s kids. We sat there attempting to pretend sitting next to MS was normal. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Maria asks if my friend would like to see her new tennis bracelet, which was probably solid gold with gemstones. Who wanders the planet, asking…
I love the idea of a 5th Ave Parade. He’d be booed on every block.
Seriously? This has to be a new product of Bad Lip Reading.
Goddess. I’ve always hoped that Jeff Koons would do a sculptural portrait of her.
He’s a horrible man, but he should be burdened with his own exact responsibility. People should know, with clarity, who and what he is. Damn him with his own crimes, not those of another man, and another time.
I think the story is super duper. It’s how things happen in real time, banal, silly, mixed up.
Absolute blabbermouths. I used to volunteer in the county jail, and came to realize that because there is nothing else to do, inmates become endless storytellers and phantabulists. I learned to stop up my ears and run whenever a guy began a sentence with, “Man, I was so freaking high, and then I took some...” …
About Kloe’s niceness, I wonder how it felt to the Food Bank’s clients, to be surrounded by photographers, invading whatever personal dignity they had mustered up, while waiting in line, for food, because they don’t have any.
What’s not to love in this story?