Filling The Boldface Void, One Column At A Time
Well, it was bound to happen — and really, it's amazing that it took this long. Just over two months since first taking over the Times' Boldface Names column, Campbell Robertson seems to have reached a level of batshit insanity formerly reserved for his predecessor, our Auntie Joyce Wadler.
What Happened to Moby? And the Gladiolas?
That was a joke.
Did That Cowboy's Dog Ever Show up?
Who are you? And why do you care? ...
How Does Merv Griffin Take Jokes About His Weight?
These questions are weird.
We're your friends, Campbell, and we care because we love you. Now go pack your things and go for a drive with the nice man. He'll take you to a quiet place, where you and Auntie Joyce can run free.
