Then you must have seen the scene where Bethenny screams out “Life isn’t a cabaret!” She’s right. Sometimes there’s a lot of good to be had by sitting alone in your room.

Also Nancy from thirtysomething!

This is a very SNS-ready personal anecdote, but you’re absolutely right about funeral-procession police protection, and not just for royals.

This was not as bad as your story but early on in our relationship my husband and I were driving through Vermont on the last day of a long vacation in Canada. Absolutely nobody around, becautiful Green Mountain scenery, little farms with cows down in the valleys below us, when suddenly my husband said, “Stop the car!”…

Or what if the Queen is actually quite chatty and forthright when, finally, speaking to someone whom she might consider a (slightly lesser) peer?

Oprah was the woman who brought the world Dr. Oz and Dr. Phil.

I wonder what QEII is saying to Max in the top photo?

Max and Katie seemed to have enjoyed the “Three Dutchmen walk into a bar” joke...

She is an aptronym! That’s a grammar term for when your name describes you in some way, like Randy Rainbow (his real name) who is delightful and causes joy. Or Donald Trump, whose last name is a British term for fart.

I made a vow to just let this whole topic fade away, I’ve been posting for years and nothing I have ever written has garnered more stars and more feedback, pro and con.

There’s a great Law & Order episode from the 90s (they’re one of the most dreaded crews when it comes to on-site filming) where Jerry Ohrbach and, I think, Benjamin Bratt, in any case, one of his sidekicks, are walking down Eighth Avenue in Chelsea. They’re headed toward a particularly skeevy leather bar called The…

I didn’t chew out “the kid,” who was probably in his mid-20s, not much younger than me at the time. I was friendly about it, but insistent. I had a dog up there in a hot, stuffy apartment, and a couple of elderly neighbors who’d been standing around on the sidewalk with their own dog that they couldn’t get to.

I must ask, Baba: Did you ever own a pair of Gloria Vanderbilt jeans? I think you were too young and might have missed the craze, but circa 1979 or 1980 every high school girl was clamoring for them. A male friend of mine claims that he owned a pair (this was a BIG topic of discussion among my 50-something friends,…

TamTams is right, I didn’t ignore the PA, but nor did I chew him out. In a very amicable way I said that once I went to the police precinct and got someone to escort me onto my own premises (this was a long time ago, now that I think about it, it was very Giuliani-era quality-of-life broken windows policing) I had the…

But the thing is what was so strange about the story I told (“horror story” was a little much) is that there was absolutely no warning. No signs, no nothing. Had there been I would have kenneled my dog and waited it all out at a nearby bar or a friend’s apartment or something. As it was they were down there until well…

I don’t want to belabor my little film shoot diary entry but I would like to clarify that it is my favorite “horror” story because it was a long day, my poor hound had been trapped inside the apartment, God knows what kind of noise they created while setting up their stuff, and I walked into all of this chaos with no…

Have you ever been denied entrance to your own home for an indefinite period of time with no notice because a film company thought it would be a good idea to wall it off with booms and klieg lights and dozens of personnel? All to spend hours shooting something that might be a brief set-up shot that might be cut…

I think everyone I know in New York, especially in Manhattan, has a favorite horror story about film shoots. Here’s mine.

I just watched Anderson Cooper’s CNN bio obit. I shed a few tears, and I’m not a particularly sentimental person, especially when it comes to people I don’t know personally.

Or maybe different humorous podcasts, so you can both break out in spontaneous laughter at unpredictable, differing intervals.