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13 April 2026<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen the show was number three, I thought it was our acting. 
\nWhen we got to be number one, I decided it could only be
\nbecause none of us wears a bra!\u201d 
\n\u2013<\/em> Farrah Fawcett-Majors <\/strong>(as she was billed at the time) shares her
\ntheory on the success of Charlie\u2019s Angels<\/em><\/strong> to TV Guide <\/em>in 1977.<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Charlie\u2019s Angels<\/em><\/strong> recently celebrated its 50th<\/sup> anniversary (the premiere actually took place on September 22, 1976).  PaleyFest LA <\/em>essentially featured a Season Two reunion (a similar event takes place at The Paley Honors <\/em>event in New York on May 14th<\/sup>).  Onstage were Kate Jackson<\/strong>, Jaclyn Smith<\/strong>, and Cheryl Ladd <\/strong>being interviewed by local anchor George Pennacchio<\/strong>.  Smith summed up the success of the show: \u201cThree women chasing danger instead of being rescued from danger.\u201d  Kate, who pitched the show to Spelling<\/strong>, said \u201cWe made an impact, I think.\u201d<\/p>\n

But what did the press talk about?  How the ladies looked.  Jaclyn Smith caused the least chatter \u2013 most felt she looked well rested and \u201crefreshed\u201d.  Cheryl Ladd was judged to be \u201cenhanced\u201d with fillers.  And then there was the reclusive Kate Jackson.  As recently as last summer, she\u2019s turned up for all public appearances in a surgical mask.  So even if you paid for a photo with Kate Jackson, you looked like you were on the set of Marcus Welby<\/em><\/strong>!  Unmasked at the Dolby Theatre<\/em>, some speculated she had bad face work.  Others wondered if she had a stroke.  One plastic surgeon said her cat eyes and high forehead suggested she had a brow lift.  Might I suggest bangs?<\/p>\n

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Hours after turning up for the Euphoria<\/em><\/strong> Season Three premiere at the Chinese Theatre <\/em>in Hollywood wearing a see-through blouse and no bra (I\u2019m sensing a trend), Natasha Lyonne <\/strong>was on a plane bound for New York.  As it was taxiing, flight attendants discovered her passed out.  She explained on Twitter<\/em>: \u201cI took a Lunesta <\/em>once seated, to ensure some shut eye on the Delta One <\/em>red eye flight to NYC.  Boarded seamlessly with just a backpack and sneakers, eager for a nap.  Plan was to be bushy tailed & beauty rested, as I was meant to head straight to glam for a slot with our beloved @DrewBarrymore upon landing.  Was looking forward to seeing Drew & an in depth convo, but I guess ICE had other plans & I was detained instead.  Sign of the times, I guess.  Thanks for all the love and support.  Never had a problem with Delta or TSA workers.  Apologies to any travelers who were delayed.\u201d<\/p>\n

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We like to think that the wealthy and beautiful have it made.  But over the years, this column has revealed all that glitters is not gold.  Last week, David Geffen <\/strong>proclaimed an end to his two-year marriage to \u201cmodel\u201d (I think that\u2019s the acceptable term) David Armstrong <\/strong>(aka Donovan Michaels<\/strong>).  Allegedly, their divorce settlement has been finalized (details not to be disclosed).  But this week, my sympathies are with Geffen.  He\u2019s never lacked \u201ccompanionship\u201d.  So why marry Armstrong?  And without a prenup!  What promises were made?  What deal was brokered?  Geffen is not a stupid man.  I\u2019m inclined to believe he leapt because he was in love.  Maybe he\u2019s just an 83-year-old man worth $8.7 billion trying to be happy.  Who\u2019s at fault?  Who\u2019s to blame?  Who knows?<\/p>\n

What a brilliant segue into a story about Danny Pintauro <\/strong>\u2013 who is not wealthy, but who starred on Who\u2019s The Boss?<\/em><\/strong>  Believe it or not, Danny has something in common with Geffen\u2019s ex.  David Armstrong is known for having an impressive package (which can be seen on BillyMasters.com<\/u><\/strong><\/a>).  Danny\u2019s also delivering packages…for Amazon!  This is not his first \u201ccivilian\u201d job \u2013 he previously sold Tupperware <\/em>(forever answering the question, \u201cWhat do Danny Pintauro and Dixie Longate <\/strong>have in common?\u201d).  Last week, Pintauro posted a photo in full delivery mode: \u201cThe entertainment business has been soooo slow, so I\u2019ve been doing what a lot of people do \u2013 figuring it out, showing up, and taking the work that\u2019s there while I keep building the work I really want.  38 packages today!\u201d   I\u2019m sure Armstrong has also had 38 packages in a day, but that\u2019s a whole different type of package!<\/p>\n

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Pintauro doesn\u2019t have the most unlikely gig.  That honor goes to Pink<\/strong> (or P!NK), who got an offer that even took her aback: \u201cWhen I was asked to host the Tonys<\/em>, I immediately thought, \u2018I have to get permission from my daughter.\u2019  I\u2019ve never been on Broadway<\/em>, and shouldn\u2019t you have to have been on Broadway <\/em>in order to host?  That seems fair and right.  But when I asked my daughter, she was really excited about being able to have a ticket to go to the Tonys<\/em>, so I\u2019m hosting the Tonys <\/em>and I\u2019m really, really, excited and very nervous because that girl is a tough crowd!\u201d<\/p>\n

I expect many awards for the recently-opened revival of Arthur Miller<\/strong>\u2019s Death of a Salesman<\/em><\/strong> \u2013 starring Nathan Lane<\/strong>.  Sure, it stars lots of other nifty folk (including Laurie Metcalf<\/strong>), but it is Lane who will likely reap the plaudits for a portrayal every critic is calling masterful.  It could also be his swan song.  When a reporter asked his future plans, Nathan said, \u201cOh, Jesus, who the hell knows?  This could be my farewell to Broadway<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

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I was in New York City for a workshop of Jenifer Lewis<\/strong>\u2019 latest one-woman show.  This was an invitation-only event with limited capacity, so I was told to pick my companion with care.  Actually, what Jenifer\u2019s message said was, \u201cThere Will Be No Riff Raff\u201d, which I propose would make a great title for the show!  I chose the perfect companion \u2013 Charles Busch<\/strong>.  Well, Jenifer and Charles have a mutual admiration society, and it was a convergence of almost Biblical proportions.  Jenifer was ably assisted on the keyboards by the incomparable Marc Shaiman <\/strong>(you have read his memoir, right?  Juicy!).  The story of Jenifer\u2019s near-death experience in Africa (and her miraculous recovery) is ripe for the stage.   I\u2019ll keep you posted.<\/p>\n

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I zipped back to Boston for the world premiere of Matthew Lombardo<\/strong>\u2019s new play, When Playwrights Kill<\/em><\/strong>, which takes its genesis from his experience with Faye Dunaway <\/strong>as Katharine Hepburn <\/strong>in his play, Tea at Five<\/em><\/strong>.  Lombardo has a knack for clever dialogue and peppers his script with bitchy quips alongside more introspective moments.  The cast could hardly be bettered.  As the titular playwright, Matt Doyle <\/strong>is an adorable and earnest lad pushed to the brink.  As the Faye surrogate, Beth Leavel <\/strong>leaves no inch of scenery un-chewed.  She also brings more humanity than one would expect.  Lots of well-deserved praise is going to scene-stealer Tom\u00e1s Matos<\/strong>.  But the cast\u2019s secret weapon is Marissa Jaret Winokur<\/strong>.  As the stage manager, she\u2019s almost the Greek chorus seeing everyone\u2019s truth (but not necessarily hearing it).  Marissa can get a laugh with a look that anticipates exactly what the audience is thinking.  Boston got every inside joke and gave the show a standing ovation.  It continues at the Huntington Theatre <\/em>through April 18th<\/sup>.  Check out WhenPlaywrightsKillBoston.com<\/u><\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Many of you sent in similar Ask Billy<\/em><\/strong> questions.  The first in my pouch was from Harry <\/strong>in Chicago, who asked, \u201cWho is that cute boy from that TV court show being sued by his father for the cost of conversion therapy?<\/em>\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Brace yourself \u2013 he\u2019s an actor!  The incident in question took place on Equal Justice with Judge Eboni K. Williams<\/em><\/strong>.  All the people on the show are actors, and not particularly good ones (ditto for the writers).  And before you ask, Eboni ain\u2019t no judge \u2013 but she is a lawyer.  The incident before the \u201cjudge\u201d concerns a father who sent his son to conversion therapy.  The son stopped going, so dad is suing his son for the $6K bill.  The son (called Michael Talbert in this dramatization) recounted the sessions.  \u201cThey said that I was cursed, said that I was going to hell, and called all of us there monsters, that we were unworthy, and that we needed the program to fix ourselves.\u201d  That\u2019s when Judge Eboni left the bench to go and hold Michael\u2019s hand \u2013 if this were Caso Cerrado<\/em><\/strong>, they\u2019d also be playing a beautiful song (and it would also be in Spanish).  \u201cYoung man,\u201d said Judge Eboni, \u201cYou are not cursed.  You are as loved and as worthy, Michael, as your father, your mother, and everyone else who gets the privilege to reside on this earth, young man.  I don\u2019t care what your daddy says.  I don\u2019t care what some stupid conversion therapy says, which is nothing but a bunch of hoopla and a scam and a money-grab for young, vulnerable men like yourself.  I see you.  You are valuable.  And Michael \u2013 you are perfect.  You are perfect in the eyes of God.\u201d  Cut!  Print it!  Send that tape to the Emmy Nominating Committee!  If you can\u2019t wait, you can watch every melodramatic moment on BillyMasters.com<\/a><\/strong>.<\/p>\n

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When I\u2019m judging TV \u201cjudges\u201d, it\u2019s definitely time to end yet another column.  You know what?  I\u2019ve been David Geffen<\/strong>.  Ich bin ein Geffen<\/em>.  I may not have beauty or riches to trade.  But, damnit, I\u2019m Billy Masters and you can read me on BillyMasters.com<\/a><\/strong> \u2013 the site that won\u2019t ask for a prenup!  If you have a question for me to ponder (or pounder), send it to Billy@BillyMasters.com<\/a><\/strong> and I promise to get back to you before Kate Jackson\u2019s bangs grow out.  Until next time, remember, one man\u2019s filth is another man\u2019s bible.<\/p>\n

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