Thursdays with Tina: The Trump Tower Edition
Our weekly service: Translating Tina Brown.
Tina-speakWhat it meansOn the night of Sept. 10, 2001, I was seated next to the runway between Trump and Monica Lewinsky watching the glitzy Marc Jacobs show at the height of Fashion Week.I used to be sort of famous.Twenty-four hours later the world had gone dark. Razzle-dazzle was dead. Hype was over.Thank God the editors at the Post haven't figured this out. Give us "Elf"! Give us "The Bachelor"! Let's go shopping!I have a mild case of Tourette's.[Trump is] the phallic narcissist supreme. . .Penis![T]he guy the feminist revolution wanted to make extinct but who just keeps lumbering forward like a randy rhinoPenis!One of the surprising charms of "The Apprentice" is watching his small, self-admiring mouth pucker judiciously. . .I am easily charmed. (Also: Penis!)He is a state-of-the-art air-rights pilot, a maestro of zoning-board lobbying, a generalissimo of devilish legal loopholes.Someone should probably take away my thesaurus.