Thursdays with Tina: Remembrances of Things Past Edition
We skipped Translating Tina Brown last week (something about a African intern? John Perry?). With apologies, we present this week's only slightly irregular feature:
| Tina-speak | What it means |
| As the HBO hit "Sex and the City" builds to its four-handkerchief finale Sunday after six estrogen-soaked seasons. . . | Note to self: Find enough estrogen to soak four handkerchieves in. |
I admit my interest flagged for a while after 9/11, around the time the fab four took to roaming the city's bars picking up sailors and firefighters. | That's what Fleet Week is for. |
| I'm persuaded that the show made a smart move in basically ignoring our psychic and economic turmoil. | I recently had to let my butler go. |
| Ron Galotti, the former president of Vogue and my dashing erstwhile partner at Talk magazine. . . | You remember Talk, don't you? I quit the New Yorker to do it? There was a big party? |
| [He] may have seen his job vanish in the post-9/11 advertising recession, but the expense account of his TV alter ego remained reassuringly intact. | Do you think his TV alter ego might finance a TV Talk? (My old magazine.) |
| During the sex scenes I cover [my 13-year-old daughter's] innocent eyes with a copy of Us magazine. | Just kidding! It's a copy of Talk. (My old magazine.) |
| In last Sunday's episode, when Kim Cattrall's man-eating Samantha whipped off her wig after a post-chemo hot flash at a tony breast cancer fundraising dinner, it was a moment of liberation far more thrilling than all her high-end humping in Styles of the Times apartments. | That said, I do find high-end humping in Style of the Times apartments quite liberating. |
| The East Side Manhattan restaurant Michael's is always crammed at lunchtime. . . | Or that's what they tell me. |
| . . . with getting-up-there anchorwomen, sexily mature publishing babes and much-hotter-than-they-used-to-be public relations divas lunching all together at big, cackling roundtables. | Cackling tables! Run away! |
| At these die-hard tables. . . | It is futile to try to kill the laughing tables. |
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