If you heard that it was because of “sexual harassment,” then it must have been bad.
In 2016, right before I had to go on his show and talk about sexual-assault allegations against Donald Trump, Matthews looked over at me in the makeup chair next to him and said, “Why haven’t I fallen in love with you yet?”
When I laughed nervously and said nothing, he followed up to the makeup artist. “Keep putting makeup on her, I’ll fall in love with her.” Continue reading
One of the more fascinating attempts to buck reality has been the New York Times’ efforts to achieve “gender parity” in its Letters to the Editor. The problem, of course, is that if the Times wants to publish more letters from women, men traditionally being more inclined to write, and to write on newsworthy issues, what’s a letters editor to do?
I spent 18 years as the letters editor at The Calgary Herald. I believe that your obsession with tallying the gender of letter writers to achieve greater parity between men and women is the height of political correctness run amok.
Can the “height” of something “run amok”? But I digress. Continue reading
It’s not at all surprising that some district attorneys’ offices in New York City have found a way around the law, and that their solution is to use an outside party to do their work. This has become the method of convenience for a while, whether for the turnover of discovery, videos, and now witness information.
Now that New York has adopted the radical notion that an accused should know something about the accusations before the morning of trial, prosecutors have been scrambling to get around the new discovery laws. One of which is that the defense is entitled to “adequate contact information” for the People’s witnesses.
Taking a tip from the MTA, which invites you to “download the free app” to find out there are no trains for the rest of the night, the DA’s have concocted an app called WitCom, a portal that defense lawyers are “required” to use if they want to talk to prosecution witnesses.
Not too long ago, I went to a birthday party for the father of a dear friend. Harry turned 90, and he’s a great guy. The party was held at 21 Club in Manhattan, and in preparation, I wore a blue suit, white shirt and tie. When I arrived at the party, all but the under-25 crowd of males wore suits. There were only two of us wearing a tie, me and an old friend, Gene. While a few wore sports coats with open collar shirts, most wore suits without ties.
Neckties are silly affectations, but they distinguish more formal dress from less. And, for guys, they’re the only aspect of more formal attire to reflect any personality. Pocket squares make you look like a dandy, trying to be Roger Stone with his desperate whiff of “look at me,” but ties remain within the normal paradigm of things men wear when they’re dressed for business.