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I've suffered from low-grade Super Bowl fatigue in the years following Diana Ross' halftime show when she departed the field in a helicopter singing "I Will Survive." I just couldn't imagine how any performer (or game) could possibly top La Spectacle de la Ross. A couple years passed and I had a Super Bowl party and invited a bunch of people. I ordered a five-foot hero sandwich and 2 dozen cupcakes from Amy Sedaris. Only eight people showed up and I don't think we finished a foot of the (disgusting) hero. Amy pointed at the hero and laughed, and then pointed at me and laughed a lot that night. Two years ago we all saw Janet's nipple, and are all still paying for it in little ways. (If you ask me all the drama was not worth the voyeuristic half-second of teet.)
So yesterday I had a purposefully non-bowl, but quite super Sunday. I started the morning as I do most other Sundays, at the NYC dining institution Florent. I was enchanted by the New York Times Sunday Styles section, mainly for Lois Smith Brady's Vows column. Yesterday Lois wrote about a wonderful lesbian couple that found love on the Internet. The picture of two smiling wedding- dressed Jewish ladies gazing at each other at first tickled me and then their story melted my hard heart. One bride is a doctor and the other writes cookbooks devoted to food made entirely in bowls! Both love sheepdogs and jeans! They recited their own vows as Michael Jackson's "I Just Can't Stop Loving You" played in the background! It was sweet.
The Style Section also featured the breaking news that celebrities confide in their hair personnel. Hairdressers are the new receptacles of celeb confessions? I couldn't wait to rush home to see if CNN had picked up the story, but was transfixed by the accompanying photograph of Jessica Simpson and her confidant/bf/ hairdresser, Ken Paves. My hard heart returned enraged. I have seen more photos of Mr. Paves in the last several months than I care to! Please free me of this man. No more Ken Paves!