OPINION
May 15, 2011 | By Craig Fehrman
Where were you when you found out about the death of Osama bin Laden? Or, a better question: What did you do next? Here's what students at Yale University did. After President Obama finished his speech, they headed to the quad to celebrate. They chanted "U-S-A!" and "Yes we did!"; they waved American flags, blasted vuvuzelas, took pictures with their arms raised or wrapped around one another. They bellowed "The Star-Spangled Banner," along with stadium standbys like "We Are the Champions" and "Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye.
OPINION
March 18, 2010 | Meghan Daum
Rielle Hunter's nearly 10,000-word GQ interview plus cringe- inducing photo spread (think bare legs, surrounded by stuffed animals) hit the media fan this week, but as far as I'm concerned, the definitive work on John Edwards' mistress-turned-baby-mama appeared on this page nearly two years ago. In an August 2008, Op-Ed writer Sarah Miller explained how she made Hunter's acquaintance when Hunter moved into a rented room in Benedict Canyon that...
ENTERTAINMENT
May 4, 2007 | Erik Himmelsbach, Special to The Times
IT was the perfect subject for a Warren Zevon song: A down-on-his-luck songwriter gets a terminal cancer diagnosis and turns his death march into a victory trot. But Zevon never got to write it; he ran out of time. Zevon died in September 2003, from mesothelioma, a form of lung cancer. Diagnosed the year before, he was given just a few months to live but was determined to record a final album and see the birth of his grandchildren (his daughter, Ariel, gave birth to twins in June 2003.
ENTERTAINMENT
September 12, 2006 | Robin Abcarian, Times Staff Writer
Let's say there's a famous movie star who thinks he owns Malibu, or a big-name actor who holds himself out as an expert on psychiatry on national television. Or maybe there's a famous actress who frequently calls in sick to the movie set, costing producers thousands of dollars, because she is tired (or hung over). Aren't these examples just proof that celebrity and narcissism go together like Paris Hilton and paparazzi? Not really. They're just anecdotes.
ENTERTAINMENT
May 9, 2006 | PATRICK GOLDSTEIN
AFTER seeing Barry Bonds up close in the visitors' clubhouse as he was getting ready for a game at Dodger Stadium recently, I couldn't help but think that the San Francisco Giant slugger looks more like a Hollywood heavy than a baseball player. With his gleaming shaved head and giant biceps and upper body, Bonds has the cartoonish air of a computer-enhanced movie villain who should be battling Hugh Jackman in "X-Men," not menacing a Dodger pitcher.
HEALTH
October 14, 2002 | Benedict Carey, Times Staff Writer
They've got the most fabulous personal trainer in town, the best lawyer, the top BMW mechanic, and make sure the world knows it. They're charming enough to attract friends, associates and lovers -- only to drop them as soon as better prospects show up. They need the best table in the house, the lion's share of the conversation and, above all, top billing, whether on the marquee or in the mailroom.