Celebrity Is The Religion Of Our Time.

It Is Men's Worst Fear, Personally And Professionally, That Women Will Pin The Sin On Them.

Journalism, Spooked By Rumors Of Its Own Obsolescence, Has Stopped Believing In Itself. Groans Of Doom Alternate With Panicked Happy Talk.

I Think Even The Hollywood Money People Are Saying They've Got To Get The Party Back From The Clinton Wing. They Can't, You Know, Keep Nominating These Northeast Liberals. They Have To Look For People Who Can Win.

When I Need To Work Up My Nerve To Write A Tough Column, I Try To Think Of Myself As Emma Peel In A Black Leather Catsuit.

As Blue Chips Turn Into Penny Stocks, Wall Street Seems Less Like A Symbol Of America's Macho Capitalism And More Like That Famous Jane Austen Character Mrs. Bennet, A Flibbertigibbet Always Anxious About Getting Richer And Her 'poor Nerves.'