If that Steve McQueen were still alive they’d probably give him a shot, photo-related pun intended. They took on hockey player Sean Avery as an intern for some kind of stunt.

I love how the “story” is that so many people cared what the name was, and had never heard the name “Liam,” so she did a public service and explained so we wouldn’t lose sleep. Imagine the bafflement if she named the baby “Bill.” “How do you get ‘Bill’ from ‘William’?”

How many “statement necklaces” do you think LuAnn D’Agostino owns? I think you’d have to express the number using math notation, like 4.36 X 10[superscript13].

“You have dishonored the House of Kardashian. You shall never appear on the show again. You will be mentioned for the next few episodes, and be seen in flashbacks, and may appear in the next season...”

I miss “The Wonder Years.” I wonder if those years would hold up 30 years later, or however long it’s been.

Maybe the kid was conceived on visiting day at Riker’s and they wanted to commemorate the occasion.

The EPA was created by Richard Nixon in 1970. There was a time when conservatives seemed to realize that unhealthy air and water wouldn’t just affect the lazy liberal layabouts.

But the RHONYs never seem to make it back to the Hamptons, which seems much more their métier. Have they lost all their houses out there? Why pack them off to bucolic New England in winter? I guess Dorinda got a supplement for having them and filming them in that creepy Scary Santa Berkshires house, but why go to…

Lee Radziwill is still alive, and it’s her former house. I was kind of surprised that Carole Radziwill joined RHONY, she wrote a very moving memoir about her husband Anthony, Lee’s son, and for her to get sucked into that mess must have ticked off the MIL.

That male cameltoe photo has always annoyed me. What does the Governor of NJ have to do with the NYPD? Well, with Bridgegate he did screw with NY emergency services, who sometimes have to respond to events on the GWB. The capital of NJ is Trenton, across the river from PA. Go bother the fine folks in Philadelphia.

I missed that whole story and all the comments, especially yours! I see others are also begging you to write a memoir. Listen to the vox populi!

Have one on me:

We must know more about the Bette Davis/Faye Dunaway feud! I mean now we know, sort of, but poor Faye is skidding into a “teleplay” worthy of Ryan Murphy. “Mommie Dearest,” the strange rent-controlled apartment battle (she lost, I believe,) the latest Oscars...

No, sadly, I’m not a New York native, but I got here as quickly as I could. And that was many years ago.

I don’t think the book would have to be a trashy tell-all, far from it. I am actually a cheerful, optimistic soul with a healthy spirit of self-deprecation. If I were to know all these people and write about them, I would write something like:

WRITE THE BOOK, JERRY, WRITE THE BOOK!

Huh. I’m a middle-aged guy so maybe one of my former Girl Scout college friends taught me this survival trick. I still remember how bad the food was, and how the cafeteria line and its offerings resembled a Soviet workers’ canteen circa 1950.

Have you ever seen Russ Meyers’s “Beyond the Valley of the Dolls” which WAS WRITTEN BY ROGER EBERT?

They showed “The Wedding Singer” on the flight that my boyfriend-now-husband and I took to a place I’d never been because he wanted to buy an apartment there that we’d eventually retire to. We bought an apartment, visited it often, and got bored with it and sold it. Still not retired, but 20 years older.

“The Party” actually was a brilliant movie, though. Have you ever seen Robert Altman’s “The Player”? There’s a party scene that basically mimics the premise and the plot movement of “The Party.”