“I really didn’t appreciate the author’s snarky tone.” “I could have done without the snark.” “I don’t see why the author felt it was necessary to have a snarky attitude about this subject.” I am going to throw a drink in the face of the next person who uses the word “snark” in connection…
Oh you won’t believe this. Oh you’re gonna hate me. I’m getting paid to Pinterest. Paid. To do something I was doing compulsively for fun anyway. Sometimes I still just sit back and cackle because it just shouldn’t be. Paid to Pinterest. If you don’t Pinterest you probably think it sounds astonishingly boring and…
How To Keep Your Man Happy So, I wrote this, and it’s teetering toward the edge of 100k Facebook shares. Just a heads up that if that should happen, I’m going to be pretty obnoxious about it.
I spent three hours early this morning researching 19th century masturbation for my next article, until I was just so goddamn sad that I had to stop. I have been doing a series for The Week where I look at the outrageous hygiene and social advice given to people 100 years ago. It’s fun, funny.…
I met a pretty woman the other day. I couldn’t guess her age…45 to 55, trim, well turned out. With my usual tact I blurted out, “You’re PRETTY!” She responded gracefully, as she is in a career where she often works with small children. “Thank you!” I asked her if she always intended to hold…
I’ve been gone, neither reading you or writing me. I’ve been trying to do my for-pay articles like a grownup, which means writing even when I don’t want to or when the research is tedious. (It’s surprising hard to find a picture of an Ephedra bush that is not copyrighted). And, well, that’s going…
I called the press line at DEA headquarters in Washington DC because…ehh long story. Meth, Chinese plants, gardening. And a sweet southern lady answered, on a Sunday afternoon! Who wouldn’t talk with me! So I asked her (politely, curiously) how come she was even there.“We’re a 24 hour operation.”“But if you can’t talk to…
My daughter is obsessed with why everyone’s house is better than ours. When I tell her “Yes, but ours in paid for! And we have wall to wall laminate!” she isn’t impressed.I tell her the truth.“Well, most of your friend’s parents make more money that we do. So we have a smaller house! But it’s…
I once read a post where a woman told how her husband and smirked at and belittled her blogging. He described it (I’m paraphrasing) as a an emotional circle jerk, where women just sit around taking turns whining and praising each other. The lady who wrote it was really hurt. She was hurt because…
Justified I don’t understand people who “write for themselves.” I can pinpoint the moment that I realized I needed an audience to be whole. It was sophomore year. I was wearing a black headband and an unbecoming beige black and green striped shirt. I stood at the pulpit of the school chapel and read for Week of Prayer,…
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