July 2011
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New Economy Couture: The Genius of Tracy Reese
I recently broke my vow of abstinence…vis a vis shopping that is, to spend a few ducats at the exquisite Tracy Reese boutique down on Hudson Street. It’s a light filled oasis of calm, civility and femininity in the midst of the city’s bustle. The entire boutique invites one to linger and savor the surrounding beauty. Crystal chandeliers dangle above the racks of exquisitely...
The Genius of "Mormon"
If those great 18th Century Satirists, Voltaire and Jonathan Swift were alive today, they would have written “The Book of Mormon.” It is truly the 21st Century’s answer to that masterpiece, “Candide.” Its brilliance lies in the fact that it deals in the truth, the truth of a certain “holy book,” the political truths of rampant AIDS and female genital...
The Fiddling Continues
Ladies and Gentlemen, as if the presence of Palin, Mere were not enough to drive us to live out our days on a deserted island, we now have to hear about the vicissitudes in the life of that twinkle toed baby mama, Palin, Fille, aka Bristol. Like that great mind of our ages before her, Snookie, BP (do those initials ring a bell?) has published a memoir of her experiences to date. (Nota Bene:...
September 2010
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It IS smoke I smell and the fiddle is so loud,...
Now Western Civilization is truly imperiled, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are approaching at a break neck gallop. With all the issues facing humanity: oil spills, floods in Pakistan, rape as a weapon of warfare (notably these days in Africa,) the AIDS pandemic, the continuing economic slump we have to hear about BRISTOL PALIN’S T.V. MAKEOVER!!!!! I feel as though I have in fact...
August 2010
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Is that smoke I smell and a fiddle I hear
Friends, I had the great good fortune of breakfasting at the Beverly Hills Hotel the other day, and the great misfortune of sharing a counter with one, Levi Johnston (sp?) aka B Palin’s ”baby daddy.” Friends, how is it possible that this man is now soaring towards reality world stardom, the toast of talk shows when his accomplishments include: impregnating and failing to marry...
May 2010
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For Lena: Part 1
Dear Friends, Today we mourn the passing of one the world’s great ladies, great performers, and great soldiers in the war for equality between the so-called races: Ms. Lena Horne. I had the privilege of knowing Ms. Horne all my life because she and my mother were friends and worked together in two musicals (Jamaica, in 1957, and the ill fated Pal Joey ‘78 at the Ahmanson in Los...
April 2010
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Tiger Woods: Unforgivable Otherness
Watching the media coverage of the Tiger Woods “scandal,” I sometimes have to consult my calendar to see if I am indeed living in a twenty first century democracy, or if the clock has been turned back to the Puritan run Massachusetts Bay Colony of my paternal forebears, or Inquisition era Spain with its auto da fes, i.e. public burnings of heretics and other “unrepentant sinners.”
How many...
March 2010
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The Seven Deadly Sartorial Sins
1) Visible G-Vage, this is the backside equivalent of cleavage, but ladies, and gentlemen, unless you’re a plumber whose pants are weighted down by a tool belt, we really don’t want to see it. In the words of Jeff Foxworthy “Just say ‘no’ to crack!!” and we don’t just mean the drug.
2) Visible panty line. Ladies, men are scared enough of us. Let us not make our nether regions...
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The Ten Commandments of Chic (One person’s...
1) If you’d wear it to bed or to lounge around the house, don’t wear it outside.
2) Just say “no” to velours tracksuits. They don’t do anyone any favors.
3) Don’t make your bottom a billboard. Provocative words scrawled across your second set of cheeks are not chic.
4) Dress for the occasion: No ball gowns on the basketball court, no tube tops at a black tie.
5) Beading is for...
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Susan's Closet: An Introduction
When it comes to style, I follow Polonius’ advice to his son upon seeing him off to Paris: “Neither a borrower nor a lender be/But to thine own self be true. “ My late mother, Josephine Premice, the chicest woman I’ve ever known, treated every foray out of the house as an occasion to dress, even if it was a trip to buy laundry detergent at Sloan’s Supermarket. She brought me up in the...