Flirting is such a difficult thing. Actually, it’s quite simple, but the language is so easily misunderstood. It’s like you want to be sure you speak the same version of Flirtage and not some bastardized…
MOH, I Didn’t Even Know You Were an Acronym
On the 4th of March, I went from being Bonnie Gillespie to being Maid of Honor. My phone rang at 8am–and this was on a Sunday–so you know that hour is obscene. I let the…
Oscar Wrapola, Baby!
Okay, so here’s how I won the Oscar Pool for the second year in a row. I didn’t bet the list I’d made for my column here. Just moments before the award show began, and…
Oscar Picks, 2001
Okay, so we’re gearing up for the event that was so much cooler when it fell on a weekday. Yep, up until a couple of years ago, Oscar Day was an official day off from…
I Could Never Leave the House
I don’t understand the Unabomber. Remember him? I remember, back in grad school, seeing his manifesto printed in the New York Times and thinking, “Y’know, he’s not crazy. He just really, really hates technology.” Now,…
Legend Larry Parke and My Scientology Article
Rob just forwarded a copy of the letter Larry sent to Back Stage West regarding my column on 2/8/01. Larry, thank you so much for your letter — and your understanding of my “judiciously worded”…
Choosing My Religion
I’m not Catholic. I’m not Jewish (though I’ve been told I could pass — it’s all those Jewish ex-boyfriends, I s’pose). I’m not really anything, though I have things I believe that get me through…
Ah, the good ol’ days…
When I was out here in 1993, I worked with an actor’s showcase group each week. I had a partner with whom I’d prepared a scene, rehearsed a scene, dare I say – nearly perfected…
What was the #1 Single the day you were born?
Mine was “Mama Told Me (Not to Come)” by Three Dog Night. There’s some irony in that, methinks. This Day In Music
Long Hair for Life?
I refuse to get my hair cut. No, I don’t have some odd phobia (well, I do — I have a cotton ball phobia — but that’s not what this column’s about, so, for right…