Bill Maher gives off the energy of a petulant barfly with no one to go home to, sulking over his bourbon as he waits for some hapless fool to sit on the stool next to him. He is a loser facing the end of his life and wondering what he has achieved. He has never known true happiness, and I doubt he ever will.
I’m sitting in the beautiful Ziegfeld Theater in midtown Manhattan, watching a woman be beaten with a belt. The audience around me is laughing, clapping, and whistling. My plus one winces as he watches the scene through his fingers. I listen to the delighted howls echoing through the theater and wonder if I am missing […]