Can it be true that the now free-as-a-bird Paris Hilton is telling people that her "Uncle Warren" got in touch with her and said he hoped she'd get out and stump for Hillary Clinton, luring other young people to get up off their couches and vote?
Could Paris have actually meant she'd been talking to Warren Beatty, the political activist, fond father, excellent husband of Annette and star-director-producer of movies himself?
We hear that Warren did influence one young star to go on to better things. He is said to have recruited Jessica Simpson of the is-it-chicken-or-tuna fame to work for the Democrats and she ended up lobbying for children with cleft palates.
Maybe the support of Paris Hilton wouldn't exactly be the support of Senator Clinton's dreams!
Quote still rings true
If you are fixated on all things Princess Diana as the 10th anniversary of her death rolls around, take a look at Parade magazine July 22 and you'll find this columnist's memory of the "people's princess."
And here's a line I see that I wrote 10 years ago which seems pertinent now: "For as long as people remember Diana - at least as long as her sons live - she'll have the upper hand."
Farewell, our friend Bev
This has been an extremely sad week for friends and fans of the very great Beverly Sills. Some of us simply don't know where to turn; we are disbelieving that our friend Bev became sick unto death without our even knowing until it was too late.
Here was a smart, I'll even say brilliant woman, endowed with both the common touch and with other worldly gifts of singing, acting and comedy. Her operatic career, which should have been even more world-renowned, was somewhat marred by an attitude on the part of some at the Metropolitan Opera that she wasn't quite good enough. In the end, everyone realized that she was. But it was too little, too late. Also, in the end, Bev did more for the Met than it ever did for her, and devoted fanatical fans everywhere worshiped and adored her. She was the person who brought opera to the public.
After she retired from singing, Bev went on to advise on all the best boards, sitting next to the most successful men in America. In time, Bev was running the Met and showing off her yeoman fundraising. She provided inspiration and displayed professional acumen to her colleagues at Lincoln Center. She was one of New York's premier citizens.
Her family life was long both a joy and a sorrow. She lived through serious illnesses and problems with her mother, her husband, her two children. Her daughter, Muffie, has displayed supreme courage in her mother's last days, and hearts go out to this intrepid girl.
I always hoped Beverly would emerge from the harrowing task of tending the sick and working too hard in her later days, so she could emerge into New York's social life again as a force for the fun and games she deserved. Alas, it was not to be.
I don't know for sure if there is a heaven, but I truly hope so, because Beverly Sills deserved a heaven and not the multiple misfortunes of her important life. She never had the peace and happiness we all wished her to have. Goodbye, Bev. You were the greatest.