La Dolce Musto

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    The Oscars don't count for diddly-squat—well, actually they do, as will be witnessed by my relentless succession of columns detailing every... More >>

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    The second you get off the plane in Las Vegas, you hear that famous ca-ching—the sound that means some desperate person is parting with his... More >>

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    This boring-assed preholiday stretch struck me as the perfect time to catch up with the kind of glitzy, crass activities we would normally never... More >>

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    I'm about to serve you a steaming, filthy pile of down-and-dirty gossip, but I'll leave the names out—not because I have some ethical... More >>

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    The Rocky Horror Show, while still fabulously sick, seems almost quaint now—practically a Noel Coward play. When the original Broadway... More >>

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    A lady named Madonna put on a special concert for me at Roseland and, annoyingly enough, a few thousand other people showed up to watch it. In... More >>

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    If Rodney Dangerfield is perennially peeved, then Lewis Black is CONSTANTLY PISSED OFF!!! The comic-a-regular on Comedy Central's The Daily... More >>

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    Recently, I told you what I most dislike about parties in all their festive and irresistible contrivance. That didn't stop anyone from going... More >>

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    Theater queens felt a little extra regal this week. Once the season’s big openings started coming in, we—I mean they—developed a... More >>

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    Private parties are allegedly devised for the sake of joy and celebration, but when you've been going to them as long as I have, these calculated... More >>

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