Dress to Dis

It’s nearly 1:00 a.m., and the Sunday-night party at Pearl (1 Ocean Dr., Miami Beach) is only just beginning. Pretty young blond women escorted by older men in suits or white half-buttoned shirts line a wall fitted with a fish tanklike contraption filled with champagne, bubbles racing to the top…

Whisper Campaign

There are two things going on in gossipland that demand no further deconstruction. But since readers and tipsters actually asked for a Bitch investigation, here are her typically biased, predictably delusional conclusions. Into our most permissively louche South Florida social world, amid a pack of what passes for society columnists…

Glass House

Alli — a petite, dark-haired 27-year-old sales rep from Kendall — is in a convivial spirit tonight at Glass (432 Arthur Godfrey Rd., Miami Beach). The newly renovated club is an offshoot of The Forge, Miami Beach’s 37-year-old house of drippy decadence, world-class cuisine, and immoderate imbibing. Previously Jimmy’z, this…

Lowest Forms

This past April, The Bitch was at a party (of course) where she met a pleasant, nattily dressed human male named Jim Konschnik. Despite the festive atmosphere at D’Vino in Coral Gables, Konschnik seemed quite subdued, and he relayed how difficult it was for him to unplug, even for a…

Letters from the Issue of August 24, 2006

The Key to Magic We got the answer: Great article by Josh Schonwald, “Metal Magic” (August 17)! Well written and some really great phraseology. Does Trixx do corporate shows? How does one track him down short of looking for a battered single-wide in the Middle Keys? Pete Foley Atlanta, Georgia…

Letters from the Issue of August 17, 2006

Who’s a Ho? Children’s books aren’t the issue: Regarding Rob Jordan’s story “Commie Book Ban” (August 10): Being the son of an ex-political prisoner of Cuba, I find this to be a sad political game and media whoring on behalf of Cubans who care less about Cuba being free and…

Subsideways

Just northwest of Homestead and Florida City, in the delicate agricultural buffer between the suburbs and the Everglades known as the Redland, lies the Schnebly Winery, the southernmost wine-making operation in the United States. This is where The Bitch headed this past Tuesday when a wave of homesickness for the…

The Scourge of Mandals

If you’re a female human and you wear flip-flops to the office, at a wedding, to worship services, or to the store, it means you’re lazy, slack, and a total slob. But if you’re a male human wearing flip-flops (or the “formal” cousin of the zori, the mandal) more than…

Letters from the Issue of August 10, 2006

Art Star The collected works are coming: I was reading your art capsules and wanted to say congratulations to Carlos Suarez De Jesus on his fine and thoughtful writing. Someone should write about his work at some point. Hopefully he would agree. Tina Spiro Miami The 52nd State Indefinite detention…

Abstrack Art

Back in high school, I used to skip senior events to go to an abandoned building by myself and paint up a wall with graffiti,” says Enrique Mastrapa. “I went to Overtown one day and did this mural of my tag name in big block letters. Then one day I…

Letters from the Issue of August 3, 2006

Hot Madonna Big bucks for a steamy night: In response to the Bitch’s “Scare Premium” (July 27): My wife and I had the misfortune to sit in the upper deck for the Sunday Madonna concert. Unable to withstand the heat (no pun intended) at the AA Arena, we had to…

Hater Blockers

When he lived in Miami, he was known as Mario Lavandeira, a self-described “z-lister” who attended Belen Jesuit Preparatory School. “I was the big, gay, fat kid in an all-boy Jesuit school, so my friends were all the ones in, like, the drama club … they weren’t even all in…

Quiet, Please

At Privé (136 Collins Ave., Miami Beach) on a recent Friday, a handsome, tall, tawny-skinned man swept Rampage onto the dance floor. His name was not easily ascertained. He shouted something, but it was inaudible. Patrice, Morris, Laurence, and Horace (I know, who’s named Horace?) were all hypotheses I shouted…

Letters from the Issue of July 27, 2006

More Dust Herman is a gold digger! Forrest Norman’s article “Yeshiva Dustup” (July 13) wonderfully portrays dashing, superfly, gold-digging attorney Jeffrey Herman as the greedy lawyer he is. Herman has piggy-backed onto the fashionable, trendy pedophile witch-hunt industry started by Fox TV’s Bill O’Reilly. This has become a cash cow…

Scare Premium

On a recent Wednesday, The Bitch checked out an event called the Lo McXimo de la Música concert series preview at Studio A. Why? Because she wanted to see Natalie and Nicole Albino, the teen identical twin sisters from Queens who sing under the name Nina Sky. In summer 2004…

Listen Up, McClatchy

A striking, five-column color photo was splashed across the Sunday, June 25 edition of El Nuevo Herald. It showed four spandex-clad prostitutes in Cuba hailing a foreign tourist. Just a few feet away, two policemen conversed with a little girl and a woman. The headline: “Hookers: The Sad Meat of…

Letters from the Issue of July 20, 2006

Foie Outrage A Shakespearean rant: In reference to “Foie Wars” by Lee Klein (July 13): How long do we have to go on abusing animals in the name of what the people want? Come on. Doesn’t anyone have any sensitivity anymore? When is the insanity going to stop? Force-feeding ducks,…

Drink ‘n’ Blow

It’s Sunday night. The rains have begun, and the year’s first named storm has passed without blowing away any football stadiums or even lawn ornaments. Still, the bullshit flies farther and faster than a garden gnome in a 120-mile-per-hour gale at Billy’s Pub Too (732 NE 125th St., North Miami)…

Letters from the Issue of July 13, 2006

No Tranquility by the Bay Saved a marriage: I am writing in response to the article by Joanne Green, “Rough Love” (June 22). We have a daughter who has been at Tranquility Bay for the past thirteen months. I can tell you that sending her there is the best thing…

Graham CRACKer Crust Bust

When The Bitch heard that employees of three prominent CocoWalk eateries had been busted for running informal pharmacological operations, she got on the case; the touristy shopping zone may not contain a Nordstrom, but, hey, it’s within trotting distance. Robert Loupo, cochairman of the All-Grove Crime Watch group, sends out…

Ghost Repeater

The Bitch was executing a Tokyo Drift-style parking-lot maneuver this past Wednesday night, which caused the Wire album embedded in the Bitchmobile’s CD player to become dislodged and fly out the window, thereby becoming the property of Walgreens. The consequence of this sequence of events was positive, though. The FM…

Letters from the Issue of July 6, 2006

Minority Uproar-ity Parity works: I’d like to clarify some issues Chuck Strouse raised in his column “Wrong Way Out” (June 29), about the National Association of Hispanic Journalists’ Parity Project. Parity’s goal is to go after the nation’s “worst offenders” — the newspapers throughout the country that have the fewest…