The Arianna Huffington profiled here in 1994 bears little resemblance to the progressive doyenne she’s become. I’m just sorry I didn’t question her a little more aggressively about her billionaire husband, who in short order lost his Senate bid, publicly revealed his homosexuality and split with his remarkable wife.
A quick dip into the weird world of celebrity impersonation, where accountants with passing resemblances to superior court judges and Universal tour guides with Elvis obsessions scramble to soak up the glow of stardom.
A chin-strokey, unconvincingly hard-bitten feature from my days as city edtior of a community weekly; at the time I was reading a lot of Mike Davis and trying to find my way in my native Los Angeles, which had been rocked by riots and earthquakes in the seven years I’d been away. Story won a first place award for feature writing from the LA Press Club.
Published in Los Angeles Independent Newspaper, 1994