"I've been trying and I just can't get pregnant."Nate Berkus describes the efforts he and hubby Jeremiah Brent have had in providing a sibling for their 2-year-old daughter, Poppy. Thanks for playing another spirited round of Who's the Bottom?
Tom Daley and Dustin Lance Black made a big announcement on Valentine's Daythey've hired a surrogate and are having a child. To make it official, they posted the ultrasound on Instagram. And I saywith almost no trace of sarcasmgood for them. Alas, this news has led to many people online attacking the couple. Some of it seems to be homophobia and jealousy ( and, let's face it, both of these guys are pretty hot ), but some are attacking them for bringing a child into a relationship destined for failure due to their less-than-stellar fidelity, and the diver not being much more than a child himself. And I sayin all sinceritymind your own business! If we stopped every good-looking couple in a doomed relationship from having children, where would my future boyfriends come from?
Now we get to the story of Alexander Polinsky, who is a former child actor. He was kinda the Danny Pintauro of Charles in Charge. Polinsky claims that he was on the receiving end of physical abuse, assault, mental torture, sexual harassment and homophobic bullying by Scott Baio. The part I took special note of is when Chachi allegedly threw a cup of hot tea in the boy's face and called him a "fag." Now, I'm no expert, but I believe the very definition of the term "fag" is a person who throws hot tea in someone's face! Some of Polinksy's other allegations include Baio once pulling the 12-year-old's pants down in front of a group of 100 bystanders. Another time, Scott cut a hole in the canvas wall of Polinsky's dressing room and shoved his genitals through it.
The day after my birthday, I went to The Wallis in Beverly Hills to see BOTH shows by Patti LuPone and Seth Rudetsky. Patti was in spectacular voicein fact, she was even better the second show. Since it was days after the Grammys, she told the story behind her appearance in the tribute to Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber. Before she started, she said, "Is there any press in the audience? I dunno if I should tell this story if there's press in the audience." After a bit of prodding, she said, "Just don't print it. ... Oh, go ahead, what the hell," followed by "No, don't." So, I'm taking that as a yes. When War Paint was on Broadway, NY1 ( a local channel ) did a piece on their Sunday morning program about the show. When the interviewer asked LuPone about Webber, she said that she thought Andrew was mentally unstable.
Within days, she got a cease-and-desist letter from famed lawyer Bert Fieldswho has represented such sane people as Tom Cruise and John Travolta. She consulted with a lawyer who told her that she could legally express her opinion, so she was in the clear. Then Webber got involved and said it didn't bother him. Fast-forward a month, and Patti gets a call from her manager saying the Grammys wanted her to sing "Don't Cry For Me Argentina." Patti's response was, "Does Andrew Lloyd Webber know? If he doesn't, don't tell him!" The manager said Andrew knows, and he's thrilled! They had a nice rehearsal. ( She says when she said the word "detente," she meant it would last one daylike a day-tente. ) After the show, Andrew sent her a very nice note and also left her a complimentary voicemail. Why Andrew Lloyd Webber has Patti LuPone's phone number and I don't is a mystery of monumental proportions.
Last weekend, I zipped to our nation's capital to see a couple of special theatrical events. The first was the National Symphony performing a truncated concert version of West Side Story. This almost nonsensical rendition decimated the story to the point that many people couldn't figure out what was happening! But it did underline the genius of Leonard Bernstein's score and Stephen Sondheim's words. One expected that an entire symphony orchestra and some of Broadway's finest young talents would deliver a high-wattage evening, but everything was on a low simmer and never came to a boil. In a typical production in a small house, these voices would likely have been fine. But, given the sound mix, nobody quite rose to the level of the eventa missed opportunity, indeed.
The following night, I saw the latest revision of the musical Chess, led with aplomb by Raul Esparza playing Freddy. While I missed his acerbic take as the Arbiter ( the role he played in Seth Rudetsky's Broadway concert version in 2003 ), there's no denying he's a terrific Freddy, with rock-star abandon and swagger balancing out the quieter bipolar moments. It was a magnetic performance. Ramin Karimloo may be the best all-around Anatoly I've ever seencomplete with a consistent Russian accent! As Florence, Karen Olivo showed us exactly what was missing from the previous night. She's not lost any power, bite, or presence since her 2009 Tony-winning Anita in West Side Story. For me, Ruthie Ann Miles was the weakest link; her Svetlana looked like a refugee from a mid-90s Moscow bus and truck tour of Miss Saigonas the matinee cover for Kim! Was she bad? Nojust not up to the standard of her colleagues. The theater had electricity in the air. Every entrance, every number and every moment was met with a roar of applause, making it quite an "event."
When Baio's spilling tea, it's definitely time to end yet another column. Here's something you wouldn't have heard from me when I started writing this column over 20 years agothese 48-hour quick cross-country trips are a killer! I'd rather be sitting home checking out BillyMasters.comwhere you can get your kicks below the waistline, sunshine. If you have any questions, send them along to Billy@BillyMasters.com, and I promise to get back to you before I get a cease-and-desist letter from Patti! Until next time, remember: One man's filth is another man's bible.