BECAUSE TV IS MY LIFE … Finished The Assassination of Gianni Versace last night. I went into it thinking it’d be campy and stupid, left it believing it was 10 hours of toob time well spent. The series was more about Versace’s killer, the deadly narcissistic poseur Andrew Cunanan, than about Versace. Which was good, because Cunanan was a wickedly interesting dude.
Paul Daugherty column: Xavier Nation, say hello to Travis Steele … or Porter Moser?
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