At a birthday party over the weekend a TV addicted friend confessed that when friends told her they had named their newborn daughter “Lola,” she immediately squealed, “Oh, I love that name, another friend of mine named her daughter Lola and she’s gorgeous.” “Who?” they asked. She racked her brain, running through her mind’s Rolodex of “friends.” When it dawned on her that her “friend” is Kelly Ripa, whom she knows at 9 a.m. on ABC, she decided she’d watched enough TV for the week. “In my heart of hearts,” she later told me, “I thought it was one of my dear friends.” I’m reminded that my Aunt Jean’s greatest desire when I moved to New York was for me to kick Victor Newman of The Young and the Restless in the shin. “Break his leg!” she had insisted. “He’s a no-good bastard. He had an affair on my friend Nikki.” Enjoy your TV dinner!
