It’s one of Hollywood’s finest films—All About Eve, in which a great star is betrayed by her ambitious subordinate, Eve Harrington.

It’s a story that I can well relate to…  Over the past couple of years I’ve been kind enough to hire mildly talented drag starlet Violet Temper to work at my weekly Bingo gigs, mostly as a spokesmodel (silently displaying prizes) and occasionally as a substitute hostess.


Guess which one is Violet.


Well, lucky me—This past Saturday, when I again hired Violet to sub, NBC happened to send over a camera crew to film a segment for the network’s online guide to NYC after dark.

Dear sweet Violet of course jumped at the opportunity to fill my shoes and present herself as the grand dame.   If you can stomach her blatant attempt to steal my crown, watch the segment here!  (Isn’t she a doll to refer to me exactly once (once!)?


Lies!


According to cheery Violet, the clip might also appear on the NYC Taxi Entertainment Network so scores of passengers can enjoy watching her on their backseat TV screens.  (Not the first time she’s “pleasured” others in the back of a cab…)

Congratulations on your rise to the top, Eve… I mean Violet.

I guess it could have been worse.  My cohost Murray Hill also had the night off.  At least he didn’t get another chance to try to push me out of the spotlight.  Damn, showbiz is cutthroat.  Hmmm, cutting their throats…  Good idea!

Tis the season for me to post pix of myself in various Xmas costumes.

This one is from 2003.  The details are murky… I was at a house party in Brooklyn.  And it wasn’t until recently that I realized who I’m posing with…

It’s the design duo The Blonds—Philippe (left) and David—who back then were just a glimmer of the glamorous fashionistas that they are today.

I recall Philippe being quite sweet…. Hmm, success changes everything, doesn’t it?  Meow!  Happy Holidays!

Guess who stopped by Monday Night Bingo last night and helped call a game?

Here’s a hint:  He’s the lead singer of one of my absolute favorite bands of all time.

Give up?   The answer is Fred Schneider of the B-52s!  He was on hand to promote his new holiday album, Destination… Christmas!, which he recorded with his other band, The Superions.  (Chip Duckett of Spin Cycle PR brought him by!)

Schneider & Simpson

Wow!  Back during my formative years in Minnesota, I listed to the B-52s’ very first album about a million times in a row.

Rock Lobster!

I’m forever grateful to Fred and his cohorts for providing so much of my youthful soundtrack.  It was truly an  honor to have him stop by!

I read that Paris Hilton never wears the same outfit twice.  One wearing and it’s banished forever.

I am unlike Paris.  I recycle my clothing again and again, and its not just because I don’t have a heiress-worthy bank account.  Darling, any fashionable gal knows that it’s chic to have a wardrobe consisting of favorite items rather than a bunch of disposables.

Here I am in 1995 at the premiere of To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newmar, with my friend Lola who made my dress.  (We both had crucial roles as, uh, extras.)

At the Ziegfeld Theatre

And here I am last night, in the same dress, in front of the Edison Ballroom, which is right by where I live.  I’m not sure what was going on there, but I couldn’t resist the red carpet.

Isn't NYC glamorous?

I swear I’m wearing new underwear!

(Bottom photo by Shaquanda Coca Mulatta)

From the looks of the calendar, today is my friend Richard’s birthday.

We’re former neighbors—For many years we lived next to each other on East 13th Street in adjoining (and crumbling) tenement buildings.  Soon after we met, circa 1992, I cast him as my son(!) in a comedy that I wrote called “Mother Knows Best,” which debuted at glamorous Dick’s Bar and then moved to the Pyramid Club.

It was very nutty.  I portrayed a single mother, with Richard as my rebellious teenager who gets a secret job at a strip club.  Faux Pas was my whiny neighbor and Flloyd was the club’s sleazy owner.

From left: Faux Pas, Richard, Me, Flloyd

The climax featured me and Richard in a energetic bump-and-grind—until I realize his true identity!

Whee!

Happy Birthday, Richard!  Are we too old for a revival?  NO!!!

P.S.  Check out Richard and his boyfriend Mark’s great East Village Store, Love Shine!

According to influential W Magazine, “gap-toothed models are having a moment.”

Does that mean I can finally begin my modeling career?

Of at least do impersonations?

Howdy Simpson?  Linda Doody?