In the last few years, the very idea of telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth is dredged up only as a final resort when the alternative options of deception, threat and bribery have all been exhausted.
For better or worse, I've always tried to march to my own drum and tell it like it is, while preserving some integrity and style. God, I'm fabulous!
I don't know about you, but I can tell when someone's lying. They can't look you in the eye - they look you in the bridge of your nose.
I'm just a simple kid from Brooklyn who landed into the most enchanted lifestyle imaginable.
It's a good thing that columnists don't make homosexuality their last taboo anymore. But I wish the columnists themselves would come out too.
This commitment to truth is something one senses more and more Americans yearning for, just as they are becoming more and more sophisticated at knowing when the truth is being obscured - an irony that seems to elude most of today's elected officials.
In '75, the year both A Chorus Line and Chicago hit Broadway, my head spun around and I became the ultimate theater queen for life.
Pretending to be other people helped bring me out of my shell and shed my inhibitions.
With representation there to do the speaking, the guilty are suddenly given the freedom that comes with hiding behind the fact that they never said that - in fact, they never said anything!
My passion is New York and the vitality that makes it special.
By the end of the week, if I'm still alive, I get to write whatever I want about it all.
I can't drive, so I can only live in New York, which is fine with me.
It's not enough for me to cover theater, I have to throw myself around every other art form, and do so thoroughly and relentlessly.
I go to screenings, then plays, then after-parties, then clubs.
I'm deeply driven and want my finger stuck in every pot there is.
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