Philip Nobel

It went like this. My friend Kate just started an irresistible Facebook group called Not for nothing, but the Clintons are creeping me the fuck out. I went over there to see if it had attracted the thousands of members it deserves. It hadn’t (you know what to do), but the hostess had added an acid-wise preamble and I remembered that she’s a great writer. So I went to her blog for the first time in forever and saw that it was stagnant (it happens; blogs stagnate), and that, scrolling down, she attributed the stagnation to her Julia Allison addiction. Tropism for kitsch. So off to see what all the fuss was about went I. And I ended up here. Which is strange, because watching some starlet-manqué-cum-Star-magazine editor sync show tunes on the beach is not at all what’s on my mind this new day. But, you know. It’s got circles.