Bonjour, kiddies. CLICK HERE and read my Thanksgiving week column giving praises to film star Isabelle Huppert, who swept into town to do a play, promote a movie, and act all Frenchy, in between talking to me about her life choices.
I aso journeyed to Harlem for a rousing production of Dreamgirls, the show that made us all desperate to be in a black girl group.
And I was on a panel discussion that tried to revive the Algonquin roundtable, an experience that made me realize I’m more Dorothy Kilgallen than Dorothy Parker.
I also include my final thoughts–ever–about the genital adventures of Levi Johnston and Adam Lambert.
Enjoy, and bon appetit.