Bono looked very much at home on NBC’s “Meet the Press” Sunday talking about Third World debt. So much so that the future path for Sunday morning talk shows became blindingly obvious: Dispense with politicians altogether. They have passed their sell-by date. They don’t smell so good.

Maybe it’s a secret fantasy of girl-on-girl action that makes Ed Klein obsess about Sen. Hillary Clinton’s supposed lesbian ethos in his new book “The Truth About Hillary.” It’s hard to know what else he has to draw on. Yelling “lesbian” at powerful heterosexual women has always been the pathetic projection of the menaced male, but it’s especially baffling in Klein’s case. As the former editor of the New York Times Magazine, with some bestsellers behind him, Klein used to be a workmanlike scribe with glamour aspirations when he was flat-footing around in the Jackie O crypto-sphere. He’s not the usual sniper in the Republican stage army, which is perhaps why such paid-up members as the New York Post’s John Podhoretz have elected to play smart and trash the book, too. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that misogyny is a sure boomerang.

Spare a thought, in all his troubles, for Kofi Annan’s official social life.

Russell Crowe’s rumble in the Mercer Hotel in New York this week suggests a possible new use for Neverland after the Jackson verdict is rendered. It could be refitted as a rehabilitation facility for stars, CEOs and ersatz billionaires afflicted with the classic symptoms of Narcissistic Celebrity Disorder.

There’s no such thing as a perfectly truthful memoir. Anyway, who would want one? Much of the interest in reading personal history is decoding what’s real about a remembered life from the author’s baggage of partial understanding or simmering resentment or wishful thinking.