Botox This, Baby! My Mad, Fab Half-Century

Today I’m 50. As I skipped down memory lane in search of fluffy, heart-warming reminiscences with which to fill this golden-jubilee column, I quickly discovered the distinct lack thereof.

Don’t get me wrong: I’ve had my fair share of splendor in the grass, fine dining and Rémy Martin, etc. However, as I recherché ‘d my Read More