uLa Dolce Musto
Michael Musto
At his best - and that's often -- Musto sets this genre's standard. That he can disgorge these tales of how his half (you'll see) lives - weekly for years - is testament to his profession and wit. Even funny when he's kissing Madonna's ass. | uPage Six
Richard Johnson
Neal Travis, Cindy Adams, Liz Smith, more
Why has this newish entity -- a collection of the NY Post's top mongers - become a Gossip Pappy? Because they care. You can tell this dirt is dished at great expense to these yentas' personal lives. Da ha! | uTransom
Andrew Goldman
Cannot recall what NYC was like prior to this column - and this paper -Tank Gud! Aside from great writing and subjects, it's the richest sort of gossip - actually prods many stories toward their next misaligned act, a small-town weekly ploy. | Cultural Sushi
You know those quotes found in NY's gossip columns uttered by the drunk and semi-famous? As they uttered, these guys snapped a photo. Help columns too (as with quote at right). Papermag. | Gray Lady's Knickers
Well, all the gossip that's fit to print. We love it when the NY Times gets saucy. Fanny paddled by lawyers yet still can set the town a-titter. | Dish
His and her matching gay gossip, from HX Mag. Chatty, personal, watches TV till nine then goes out. Gay everything, funny. by "Two Queens" Inc. | Intelligencer
Beth Landman Keil
with Ian Spiegelman
One of New York's most important (and honey, they all are), NY Mag's yentas aren't afraid to roll up their sleeves. For a good story they'll go to the ends of earth (or at least stake out a moving truck in front of a prominent building just to see where it goes). Except burn an advertiser, naturally. | uPeople
Amy Reiter
The names are the same (Donald Trump, Pamela Anderson, Paula Jones, etc.) but there's something breezier about Reiter's version. No bitter diva, nor too proud to freely borrow from other salaried yentas. Proclivity is sex. | Daily News
Mitchell Fink
Rush and Malloy
It's when we read it here that the pop star is a lesbian, that's we finally believe it. Mainstream reportage, a bit tweedy but confirmable. |
| One business colleague about the other...“'It seems that Ian Schrager sometimes comes up with schemes to attract talent, and of course talent comes on the basis of a mutual agreement,' said Mr. Lajaunie. 'Ian Schrager sometimes seems to forget that he’s part of the agreement.' ”
"...Trannies mixed with chasers, studs, and a few rowdies who looked like they wandered in from guidebook listings...The star attraction, sure enough, was Ms. Brandall, 'Queen of Magical Illusions,' a diva from Havana in silver sequins and a knowing half smile that makes her the Hormona Lisa of Lower Broadway..."
"Betsey Johnson: One second I had the best knockers in town; the next moment my left boob had just vanished. It was like someone popped the soufflé!"...did Johnson goose her gazongas right back up? Nope. "The longer I looked at my flat-chested side, the better it looked," she said. "I felt fate had sent me a message, so I had both implants removed."
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