Who can sit through eight-hour movies today? My patience won’t last that long. Neither will my bladder. Just when the killer is about to get apprehended, I’m in the can… I couldn’t stay longer than “Wolf of.” I never saw the part that went “Wall Street.”
— Today brings an already-classic Cindy Adams column, in which the 83-year-old (who's written a column for the New York Post since the year Phnom Penh fell and Patty Hearst was released from prison and Sid Vicious overdosed) beefs about the length of movies.
When is it too soon for an ultimatum? What is a good sign to leave something that's showing complications?
Although it is early, I have been seeing this guy for around 5 weeks. He lives down the road from me (1 block) but we ironically met online.
He is a 21-year-old bachelor, a major player who has never had a real relationship, not to mention he has been with more girls than my fingers and toes, doubled. He is a guy living with guys who has moved out of home less than 12 months ago. He is extremely passionate about his job, to the point it [...]