Seventy-five years ago, Joseph Stalin's henchmen (the NKVD) came pounding on my Polish family's door in Eastern Poland. It wasn't until 2012, after a series of serendipitous events, that I decided it was time for me to do some knocking on a few doors myself -- the doors of history.
I don't know enough to understand what that must be like for a parent or what it means to be a parent, for that matter. But I do know what it's like to be loved, because my mother showed me what that meant, even when she should have been out of love herself.
Last night I went to Jennifer Aniston's wedding. What? You didn't know she got married? I don't think she knows either... because the wedding happened in my dreams.
You're as sick of hearing about Brian Williams as I am. However, I think I've found some solutions. Some of them are so simple, I'd be surprised if they weren't in the works already.
I had an opportunity to sit down with Bianca in her dressing room right after she got off the TLA stage in Philadelphia. I asked her about being compared to Joan Rivers and what she thinks about local Philly queen Mimi Imfurst.
Feminism cuts both ways, and too often, men are not protected against cruelty -- especially in regards to their bodies -- in the same way women are, based on the presumption that they're men and can deal with it. This notion is, of course, deeply offensive to both genders.
Okay, here's the deal: I love Joan Rivers and Chelsea Handler. Both are women who don't apologize for anything they say, think, or do, and became incr...
After a seven-year streak, much to my dismay, Tuesday night was the final Chelsea Lately show. I have watched every episode of this show since it started, and even have some of my favorite episodes from years ago saved on my DVR.
Savvy black trans woman Laverne Cox appeared on one of this summer's Chelsea Lately episodes, and I found myself not listening to Laverne's answers but analyzing the depth and careful placement of Chelsea Handler's questions. The restraint with which Handler handled herself was dripping with streetwise smarts.
March 5 marked the annual observance of the "Spread the Word to End the Word" campaign. Sadly, there is still a long way to go.
In this week's issue, Lila Shapiro travels to Salt Lake City, Utah, to talk to recently married gay couples in the state.
This isn't about Bill Carter. This is about being noted as a parenthetical, reaffirming what I feel has been an underlying, yet consistent inconsistency with how I am handled as the only woman in a traditionally male field.
I could list a dozen moments in my career when the f-word took up a very visceral residence in my body -- and here is the advice I wish I had gotten.
Kenneth Cole was on Chelsea Lately and rewrote history by erasing the role of the LGBT community in the early days of the HIV/AIDS epidemic. The problem was that too few others were listening -- not that we weren't speaking up.
I know that when I see a comedian, as an audience member I'm hoping that I'm about to see a real story that has comedic ironies at which I can laugh at and relate to. That's where Michael Yo comes in.
Someone pointed out that the world doesn't always welcome creative people, and adults often discourage that path. What would I tell a young writer? That was a very good question.