Bradley Manning’s getting a CARE package. Michael Salem, Harvey Milk’s cousin, makes crossdressing clothes. He’s sending Chelsea (née Bradley) Manning “a full wardrobe of breasts, wigs, shoes, corsets, bras, lower body parts, and padding.”
Perfect. Fashion Week in the can.
A bit of schmutz
Backstage dressing room second half of Gaga’s Barclays Center appearance.
While backup dancers covered her front, others smeared her face with multi-hued schmutz . . . Saturday afternoon. Corner deli, 43rd and 9th.
Countess (excuse-the-phrase) LuAnn de Lesseps bought potato chips, large economy size bag, which she rushed into a waiting limo.
Vanishing DA
Looking to be Brooklyn DA, Ken Thompson, civil suit attorney for DSK’s chambermaid, canceled yesterday’s Bar Assoc. debate last minute. No reason.
At 5:00 p.m. the night before, his office burbled, “Scheduling conflict.” Chickening on a debate while hoping to grab Charles Hynes’ job? Lotsa luck.
King still reigns
Reported yesterday. A famous old tennis match. Mafia rigged so Bobby Riggs dunked, Billie Jean King won. Back then she told me:
“Seminole Indian blood in my background gave me such get up and go that I was tomboyish. I walked 3 1/2 miles a day to school, excelled at batting, fielding, throwing, unladylike pursuits. I was softball’s shortstop.
“Starting tennis at age 9, I wanted to be a champion. I couldn’t stand to lose. It’d kill me. Nothing in the world meant more than Wimbledon. I used to be lighthearted but fun-loving doesn’t win championships. Either you’re well-trained or not. Lousy players have trouble no matter who they play.”
Bobby Riggs or mafia rigged, Billie Jean King was a winner.
House books
Out Oct. 22, St. Martin’s “The Hidden White House.” Reagan wanted to see if the War Room resembled the “Dr. Strangelove” screen version. FDR halted its social calendar after Pearl Harbor. Truman gutted the place because it neared collapse. Over seven years since the public was allowed in. And the immense mass of the East Room chandeliers’ weight, exceeding 1,200 pounds, was careening onto the scalps of international heads of states.
End notes, underscoring author Robert Klara’s research, go from pages 267-358.
Paging Miley’s mama
Will someone please ship Miley Cyrus to reform school? Is her mother with Justin Beiber’s mommy getting Parent of the Year awards? Counting cash with Lindsay Lohan’s mum? Will someone smack those parents and their children?
Stardom begets fear. Ladies are pumped with botox, guys are jacked with PEDs and kids worry next year they’re dumped for someone grabbing more attention, getting more famous and going kickier and jazzier — like Honey Boo Boo lifting her mommy’s housedress.
We’re surviving without CBS, how about surviving without MTV televising condoms and filth?
From Cuomo to Michelle
We’re Cuomologged. Andrew’s lady Sandra Lee does her Cooking Channel 8:30 a.m. to 9 a.m. Same time the Gov’s brother Chris does his CNN morning shtick . . . Robert De Niro and Michelle Pfeiffer, co-starring gangsters in Luc Besson’s “The Family,” opening Sept. 13, chatted about not working together before. She’d auditioned for “Raging Bull” but didn’t get the part.
From reader Bill Yates: “On East 57th a man’s exiting an elevator blocked by a woman with a baby carriage. Pushing out first, she snaps: ‘I’m in a hurry. You have plenty of time.’ The guy responds: ‘Lady, I’m 78. How much time you think I have?’ ”
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.