To find out, take this simple test. My answers are below: What kind of food do you like? Obviously champagne and caviar set off major alarms. And I confess I like both, although actually ingest very little of either (It’s the economy, stupid). On the other hand, I love mac ‘n cheese, dirty water hot dogs from street vendors, Devil Dogs — and Mallomars:...

Everyone has something to be thankful for. Not everyone has Uncle Nunzio . . . Scene: A large hospital in the metropolitan area.A harried looking woman, strangely like the caricature on this page, paces back and forth in front of a busy nurse’s stand, speaking too loudly on a cell phone: “Hello, Uncle Nunzio! I’m so glad you called. Yes, Yes, I...

It Happened At Saks. . . I was waiting on the 9th floor for Diana, the Shopping Queen. Without her, my quest for a shearling coat might never be realized, my dreams of furry happiness would not come true. As you blog fans know, I am not a good shopper. Too impatient. Easily confused. Stunned by the prices. And yet. Hadda Have A Shearling Coat I wanted one for...

I was waiting on the 9th floor at Saks for Diana, the Shopping Queen. Without her, my quest for a shearling coat would be far more difficult. If not impossible. As I have mentioned before on this very blog, I am not a good shopper. Too impatient. Easily confused. Stunned by the prices. And yet. I wanted that coat. Black, a little dressy so I could wear it in place...

Remember the party scene in Annie Hall with Jeff Goldblum on the phone? The line, “I forgot my mantra,” told us everything we needed to know: about the party, the person he’s talking to, L.A., the wit of Woody Allen, the Sixties . . . Actually, I haven’t forgotten my mantra. In fact, it sometimes seems it’s the only thing I remember,...

Where are you when: You wear your flashiest outfit and you are underdressed? The piano player arrives late but the party starts anyway? Your head is spinning and you haven’t even finished your martini?  You’re not in Kansas anymore. You’re at Moonstruck — on Halloween. “When Too Much is Not Enough.” So what’s a girl to do? Go...

Ain’t We Got Fun? Well, yes and no. Life these days hasn’t exactly been a cabaret, old chum. The death of one parent, taking care of the other, is not exactly something to sing about. Unless it’s I’ve Got A Right To Sing The Blues. You could also get . . . bitter, but where’s the fun in that? There’s a better way. Life IS A...

I hate this stubble thing. At the Oscars and the other 38,000 award ceremonies, cute guys like Jake Gyllenhaal look like they’ve been marrooned on a desert island — for a very short time — then plunked into their tuxes before they had a chance to shave. Am I the only one who doesn’t like perpetual stubble? Please say no. All the stars are into it: they...