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If I happen to be outside, I’m probably on one of my golf courses,
where I protect my hair from overexposure by wearing a golf hat. It’s also
a way to avoid the paparazzi. Plus the hat always has a bigTRUMP logo on
it—it’s an automatic promotion.

I will also admit that I color my hair. Somehow, the color never looks
great, but what the hell, I just don’t like gray hair.
I wonder how much longer my hair will be a national topic of
conversation. Letterman and Leno have been funny, but one person I don’t
like is Joy Behar, a woman who works for Barbara Walters onThe View.
For weeks, she was attacking me, insisting that I wear a wig, so Barbara
and her staff called me and asked if I would surprise them and appear on

the show. I did, and when I ran my hand through my hair and proved that it
was real, everybody laughed and that was the end of that.
AfterThe Apprentice premiered, Joy Behar was onThe Tonight Show
along with the rest of the cast ofThe View. Out of the blue, Jay Leno
started talking about the great success ofThe Apprentice. Star Jones raved
about it, as did the others—except for Joy Behar, a woman with no talent

and a terrible accent, who again attacked my hair. I’ve always said that
show would do better without her. I did her a favor by going on the show,
and it was not appreciated. Being nice to some people never pays off.
I suppose it’s possible that I could rethink my look for the second
season ofThe Apprentice. But probably not—it seems to be working!

Gossip

Whether you’re building a luxury apartment or producing a beauty
pageant, you’ve got to give the people what they want.
In a book like this one, that means some good advice, some wisdom, a
little bit of gossip, and a glimmer of fame.
I’ve done my best to give you some wisdom and advice. Now, here’s a

Palm Beach morality tale about gossip and fame:
I had a friend who was rich and successful and very married. For
months, I kept hearing a rumor that he was having an affair with an
equally successful businesswoman who was also very married. It was hard
to believe. She was drop-dead gorgeous and could probably have had any
guy she wanted. My friend was not a likely choice.
The rumors persisted, and then one day my friend invited me out to
dinner with the gorgeous woman and her husband. I told him the invitation