I am not a beautiful, rich, and famous white girl — and I don’t want to be one. As appealing as the job of Pop Princess or Hollywood Starlet might be, it comes at the expense of having a relatively normal love life.
Once again, the Ides of March have brought us the Madness of the NCAA men’s college basketball tournament. It’s fitting that “Selection Sunday” fell on March 15 because the Big Dance has become a kind of Shakespearean tragedy about hypocrisy and the death of amateur athletics.
Henry Kissinger said power is the ultimate aphrodisiac. He would know. After all, he dated Candice Bergen and Marlo Thomas and the only thing sexy about him was his job title.
As president of the second largest bank in the world (Chase National) when the stock market crashed in 1929, Albert Wiggin had the vice president of the New York Stock Exchange go to the floor of the exchange on “Black Thursday” and very publicly buy large blocks of shares in major American corporat
There is a great scene in the movie “Casino” where Robert DeNiro’s character, Sam Rothstein, is appearing before the Nevada Gaming Commission which is considering his application for a license.
Stumbling home from an after-hours party one night, I noticed a neat row of jackets hanging just inside of the open door of Engine Company No. 3 of the Boston Fire Department.
Sacramento was the place to be this past weekend. Lance Armstrong was in town for time trials in the Tour of California, Gov. Schwarzenegger was in his office trying to get his fellow Republicans in the Assembly and the Senate in line behind his budget, and some 2,500 high school students had descen
It’s been said that many a truth has been spoken in jest. Last year, I wrote an April Fool’s column in which I pretended to announce my candidacy for a seat on the Santa Monica City Council because I believed that it needed “an injection of energy, youth, style, soul, and sex appeal.
The highest-rated Super Bowl ever was last year’s game between the New England Patriots and the New York Giants in Phoenix. The Pats were attempting to become the first-ever 19-0 champions of pro football and almost 100 million people tuned it to watch, most hoping they would lose.
I’m not the type to say, “I told you so.” Besides, I don’t really have to because events eventually end up doing it for me. If you’ve been reading this column, you know by now that I called the Obama presidency in April of 2007 — and was the first writer in America to do so.
I was raised on rap music. Being born black in the 1970s in a major American city, it was unavoidable. Where there was a turntable or cassette deck, we blasted rap music — and at maximum decibels.
By now, readers of this column should know I was the first person to go on the record predicting an Obama presidency back in April of 2007. When he’s elected, it’s only natural that I’ll assume the title of America’s Smartest Columnist.
