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My big fat Republican wedding

The Republican National Convention is like a bitter wedding in which the guests start ignoring the bridal party to entertain themselves by showing vacation pictures on their iPhones.

It is a measure of just how dysfunctional the convention is that for two and half days it’s been dominated by Melania Trump’s plagiarizing of Michele Obama’s 2008 Democratic National Convention speech. Whether or not you accept the official, improbable explanation that has Trump speech-writing employee Meredith McIver falling on her Times New Roman sword, the fact is that the Trump campaign could’ve sailed past this by simply admitting that Mrs. Trump plagiarized the First Lady because she admires her – boy, is that going to be a great Dem bumper sticker. ...

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Alex and Athena take Manhattan

In WAG’s June “Celebrating the Globe” issue, I wrote about my passion – OK, some would say my obsession – with all things ancient Greek, particularly Alexander the Great, the Greco-Macedonian king whose conquest of the Persian Empire in 331 B.C. when he was in his mid-20s would lead to the dissemination of Greek culture in the East, underscoring a cultural cross-pollination and political tension that are still with us today.

Recently, The Metropolitan Museum of Art in Manhattan explored these themes in its blockbuster exhibit “Pergamon and the Hellenistic Kingdoms of the Ancient World,” which I also wrote about in our June issue and which featured a kind of greatest hits of the Hellenistic (post-classical Greek) world. ...

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Kasich goes his own way

Once upon a time, Gov. Krispy Kreme was my CPB – Chief Pretend Boyfriend. I imagined myself under the boardwalk down by the sea-ee-eeee yeah, on a blanket with my baby, swooning in passion as the waves crashed upon our bodies to the beat of The Boss blaring from my Hello Kitty boom box. We were like Deborah Kerr and Burt Lancaster in “From Here to Eternity” – if Deborah Kerr and Burt Lancaster were two beached whales, that is.

But what with Bridgegate and the capitulation to The Donald, it’s become harder to sustain the fantasy of being with my tubby little Luv Guv. So I banished Gov. Krispy Kreme from my heart, and instead promoted my WPB (Weekend Pretend Boyfriend), Rafael Nadal, to CPB status. ...

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