Like JFK, like LBJ, Gary Hart had multiple affairs. The one that really plagued him was with a bookish actor/writer named Donna Rice. Hart and Rice spent some time on a boat--the "Monkey Business"--and Rice was photographed on top of Hart's groin. Hart then said he hadn't had any kind of dalliance with Rice; the two were just talking about possible job opportunities. During damage control, Rice asked Hart's people not to leak her name. She also disclosed an embarrassing moment from her past--a semi-nude photo--imagining that this was just a topic for her brief phone call. Hart's people immediately threw Rice under the bus, volunteering her name and the details about her past, hoping that this would put out the fire. For years thereafter, Hart made no effort to contact Rice. (He did eventually call her to apologize.) Given Rice's formidable brain power, a second act was inevitable. Rice became an important crusader against child pornography. Hart had a ro...
Flag Day has come and gone. In Maplewood, it passed without comment. When I was growing up, there was an annual moment of silence around the school flag; there were also daily recitations of the Pledge of Allegiance. I'm not a great fan of patriotism; I do plan to watch "Reservation Dogs" this summer. It's striking to me that one of the final episodes of "Hacks" involves a high-visibility "land acknowledgment"; this practice has actually just *disappeared* from my local theater, the Paper Mill Playhouse. (My husband half-jokingly suggests that the removal of the land acknowledgment surely has something to do with a threat from Trump.) New York City seems ambivalent toward the anniversary of the American Revolution. At the Met, there is one small room with a tiny exhibit called "Revolution!" (The room generally seems to be empty.) The Frick has resurrected one of the Gilbert Stuart images of George Washington--but, with Goya and Rembrand...