"I laid David Bowie! I really did!" The titillated young woman descended a flat-lit escalator at concert's end. Her red and blue streaked hair swirled as she slashed the air with her green ostrich feather. …
March 22, 1973
"I laid David Bowie! I really did!" The titillated young woman descended a flat-lit escalator at concert's end. Her red and blue streaked hair swirled as she slashed the air with her green ostrich feather. …
Pity the Chinaman. He left the China of the Manchus and the Mandarins and the longfingernailed dowager empresses to find life in California. Coolie labor, they called him in California. And labor he did. "Nowadays, …
Reading George Bernard Shaw's play Getting Married is not a very stimulating experience. The usual Shavian traits are there in oppressive abundance: endless talkiness, poor imitations of Oscar Wilde's drawing room wit, shallow philosophizing, and …