“I Mean…What?!?” – Abe Gurko

Mr. Browne’s collections featuring outfits so “shockingly wrong” that a new category of mens clothing was born…The Manzie. But all that aside, I have come to terms to say that I Love Thom Browne!… Read More »

Chelsea Lately at the end was no longer all that funny. Rather, it was a crass catch-me, catch me half hour gabfest about how funny she thinks she is coupled with how funny her celebrity friends like Jennifer Aniston thought the was. All the while bragging about her money, fame and acting like her shit officially began to smell like a Hot Pocket.… Read More »

Gucci’s Menswear Celebration is reminiscent of the latest trend in Canada: Toddler Tranny. The Manzie Report has been laying dormant for far too long. Once considered a must-read menswear  journal poking fun at the Emperor’s New Clothes and/or clothes fit for a Queen, The Manzie Report knew exactly who the new, fresh Gucci looks would be perfect for in this transcendental sexual freedom fight that seems to be coming apart at the seems. I give you Stefonknee Wolscht. Just so you see the connection, Stefonknee has left his family to live as a six year old girl by adoptive parents. If you ask… Read More »

Taking bets on who will win Gross Baboon of the Year?… Read More »

What’s on the menu? The shit pie that Octavia Spencer served in the movie “The Help”.… Read More »

As an ex-fatty, I have mixed feelings about the recent hubbub surrounding the new fat covergirls of Sports Illustrated. I get it, but maybe they could have worn a one piece bathing suit for that cover shoot. … Read More »

“Time for some traffic problems in Fart Lee” reminds me of the “shot heard round the world”.… Read More »

Kiss my ass goodbye.
The sweetness and the sorry.
Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla….
What I did for Lent, what I did for lent.… Read More »

There is a saying in Hollywood that if you have a great script and throw it out of your car window onto the 405 Freeway, that it will still end up getting made. That from the head of Paramount Studios who would know, since she used to have the 405 scoured for great scripts by her lackies, I mean her executives. One cannot properly exist in Los Angeles without being able to say, “I am writing a screenplay”. It is practically illegal not to at least be able to say that you and a friend are “collaborating on a project”,… Read More »

Here’s the thing about going through your third midlife crisis: If you are going to do it, do it while living at the home of Carrie Fisher. On the eve of my scheduled return from Los Angeles to New York—which I had escaped in January in order to: A) Completely avoid the winter weather, and B) Deal with Midlife Crisis #3—I paid a visit to Carrie. As always, I was met with a warm greeting, and we sat on the bed chatting, catching up, and catching fire. The rumors had just begun to swirl about the original Star Wars “Dream… Read More »