Billy Masters

Détente. That was the word Patti LuPone used when she reunited with Lord Andrew Lloyd Webber at the 2018 Grammys.

"I'm not a pedophile, but...," five words you don't ever want to say.

I recently came across a map of Europe which allegedly showed where the population of each country thinks the best-looking men come from.

The big story of last week was the death of Gene Hackman and his wife Betsy Arakawa ...and their dog.

I'm more than a little annoyed at my beloved Google.

This week, I'm writing to you from sunny South Florida-Fort Lauderdale, to be precise.

People like to bash the so-called Hollywood elite, but those privileged few know how to band together when the going gets tough.

I dunno how it took 29 years of columns and scores of Hallmark movies for me to finally recognize the truth in something I've said for years—you CAN'T have it all.

With the year swiftly coming to an end, we come to our last column before Christmas. Next week, we review the best of 2024.

This week, we enter the Filth2Go Wayback Machine with the assistance of Mr. Peabody to go back to a simpler, happier, gayer time—1978.