Wolcott is delish

For your Sordidly Urbane Friday pleasure:

Sometimes the most satisfying instigations are inadvertent. Without meaning to, I seem to have incited the most promising catfight since Krystle and Alexis went after each other's wigs in Dynasty. I recognize "catfight" is a word charged with sexism, and apologize to those it may offend, yet my mission to sow dissension and create camp melodrama takes precedence over searching for a proper synonym. I'm sure the late Clare Booth Luce would concur.

Now to the main event.