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Catlike singer Earth Kitt has died at 81, of cancer. Born on a Southern cotton plantation, she got her break when she auditioned for a dance company on a dare.
Previously, she had been homeless in New York after being sent there to live with her aunt.
She performed on Broadway and in movies, TV, and plays (Orson Welles loved her in both senses of the word), but was most at home as a cabaret performer, where she could more effectively seduce her audience.
She voiced her opposition to the Vietnam War at a White House luncheon, and was blackballed from performing in the States for a while—so she performed in Europe and became even more popular there.
As every news outlet is noting, she was also known for the song "Santa Baby."
She told Reuters in 2005, "The audience is not supposed to know that I'm scared, the shyest person in the world."
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Posted: July 25th, 2008, 12:31pm CDT by Sheila
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Posted: May 21st, 2008, 10:40am CDT by Sheila
Florent, the long-standing neighborhood 24-hour bistro that's welcomed 7a.m. clubbers and regular folk alike since 1985, has been warning of its demise for months now. The owner, Florent Morellet, vowed to stay open for as long as he could. Now it's official: the last day of business will be June 29th—the rent went up to over $30,000 a month. Frank Bruni eulogizes the restaurant in the NYT today—comedian Jackie Hoffman tells him, "It was kind of like the halfway house of restaurants. If there was a pre-op tranny or someone who just wasn't finished yet, or a burn victim — anyone could go in there and not be judged." Meanwhile, Florent Morellet himself explains why he didn't want press hype in the early days—and what he did to restaurant reviewers who betrayed his wishes.
MR. MORELLET: I didn't want any press. I was so scared because I'd seen so many restaurants opening with a bang, big media, blah-blah-blah. And it's a disaster.
MR. RUBINSTEIN: I must have gone in there at least a half-dozen times before I wrote about it. Then the review came out, and I remember being home on a Saturday night, and the phone rang at about 8 o'clock, and it was Florent, furious. Furious.
MR. MORELLET: After he wrote it I called him and yelled at him and I said, "Listen!" I put the phone up to the din of the dining room, which was really loud, and hung up.
MR. RUBINSTEIN: He basically started with a stream of invectives that went on for five minutes. He cursed me out. I'd betrayed him. Destroyed him. He called me every word in the book. He slammed the phone down. The phone rang two minutes later.
MR. MORELLET: And then I called him back and I said: "Come over. We have to have dinner."
Restaurant Florent Takes Its Final Bows [NYT]

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Posted: August 14th, 2007, 9:00am CDT
From the mailbag, commenter Irish Breakfast on the blessed death of HBO's 'John From Cincinnati': "It occurs to me that Gawker Media should have an occasional T.V.-equivalent of "And Now They're Dead," perhaps "And Now It's Dead To Me," or, more to the point, "Rejoice! It's Over, Suckers," summing up the excrescent season finales of such dreck as John From Cincinnati. Despite shoehorning in several good cast members—I weep for Luis Guzman—and rubbing our nose in the fact that Deadwood was superior in every way by using/abusing several actors from its fine cast, this is a self-indulgent, badly styled, mumbo-jumbo spiritual with no whiff of a coherent plot, bad dialogue (BAD DIALOGUE!! From the man who brought us Ian McShane and his Shakespearian delivery of "Loopy Fuckin Cunt!" ) and a general fuck-you to what's left of a once- loyal audience. To David Milch, I say: Fuck You Sir. I'd be honored to drop kick John right back to Cincinnati, and to send the Yosts and their "colorful friends," all strapped firmly into their fucking VW bus with the brake lines cut, into a high, rough sea. Any survivors washing ashore would be clubbed to death with the script."
