Cindy Adams, columnist for the masculine organ known as the New York Post, apparently looked at Salman Rushdie askance when she saw the author and bon vivant “chugging a pink drink” at a party the other night, even though the party was, in her own words, “serving pre-prepared Cosmopolitans.” What’s next?, we imagine Cindy squawking to Salman. Hanging out with Elton John? “Look, it’s what they’ve got,” Salman said. “I’m easy.” Let’s hope not too easy, Salman. Cindy wouldn’t want to have to write about you waking up in the back of Lance Bass’s space shuttle some day.