Dante Nero, who sometimes opened for him, recalled one college gig when a young woman yelled, “Say something funny!” during one of Patrice’s philosophical disquisitions. “You didn’t hear anyone else laughing?” O’Neal began. “Is it because you weren’t laughing? You the type of person who wants everyone to be miserable if you’re miserable?” Then he turned to her friends: “Why do you hang out with her?” The girl stood up to leave, demanding her boyfriend join her, but he sat there, frozen, and O’Neal zeroed in on him—as an ally. “If you stay, it’ll be over,” O’Neal said encouragingly. “Ride it out.” The audience started to weigh in. [...]
Yow! Leonard Slatkin, of the Detroit Symphony Orchestra, has been, opera gossips hear, straight up fired from conducting "La Traviata" at the Met. But how were his reviews? "Several times I noted looks of fear in the vocalists' faces as they glanced over at Slatkin wailing away at a pace faster than necessary in several key moments." YIKES.

Holy bananas, the Alexander McQueen show in Paris. (Go look at all those pictures of shoes right now! And here are the clothes.) An eagle-eyed reader notes that the particular shoe above quite resembles the "Ellie" award statue of the American Society of Magazine Editors. Did you know? Wikipedia says "in the magazine world, they are roughly equivalent to the Pulitzer Prizes," which is not in any way true. ALSO I WANT TO BE FROM THE SPACE-FUTURE NOW. This is the DEATH KNELL OF THE HANDBAG. Purses are so pre-9/11. Shoes are the only symbol to have. Also, there is nothing for men to wear. It [...]

Bloomberg's Matthew Lynn has an ABSOLUTELY INSANE column today expressing sympathy for the pitiful businessmen who are forced to shell out money to the trophy wives they've discarded even in the teeth of this dismal economic climate. Lynn writes with a tongue-in-cheek tone which will probably provide cover to those who are offended by his suggestion that we set up derivates contracts on banker marriages and build in speculative options on divorce, because God forbid a man loses most of his assets and his ex-wife somehow becomes materially more wealthy than he. Cute, right? Well, sure. But then there's this: