This is the part where I’m supposed to have a niche and tell you what it is. I don’t have a niche. In fact, I hate the word “niche.” I believe pajamas should be formal wear and that tiaras can be worn as easily with jeans and pajamas as Givenchy. I recently made the discovery that Chinese food cartons open up into a serving dish. I’ve also discovered that they make very sloppy serving dishes. I love the New York Jets even if I shouldn’t. Actually I hate the New York Jets, but any other Jets fan understands that. And there are times I’m as interested in what celebrities are wearing on any red carpet as I am in what’s going on in politics. So, no niche, just whatever mood strikes me.