Having shopped for shoes, had a good night’s sleep, and breakfasted at a diner near her place on Park Avenue, Cathie Black phoned Fortune’s Patricia Sellers to chat about, you know, what happened. “Clearly she’s disappointed, but she’s also relieved,” writes Sellers, “to escape the paparazzi, dress in designer clothes again, and eat at old haunts like Michael’s, the media-elite lunchtime canteen.” Also, Black wonders aloud, “If I were a guy, would I have had the pounding that I did?” and adds an exclamation that Sellers thinks “obviously” refers to Black’s close-up on the cover of New York: “And the worst pictures!” [Fortune]
