By the end of the week, if I'm still alive, I get to write whatever I want about it all.
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.
I'm deeply driven and want my finger stuck in every pot there is.
A musical blast! Fun for the whole nuclear family!
I go to screenings, then plays, then after-parties, then clubs.
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.