A Word for the Gifting Season
Pretension wrapped in a noun wrapped in a gerund: that's what gifting is. This holiday season, give the gift that keeps giving: something nice you picked yourself, for a particular person.
Pretension wrapped in a noun wrapped in a gerund: that's what gifting is. This holiday season, give the gift that keeps giving: something nice you picked yourself, for a particular person.
Let's not get distracted by asking why in the world I would ever even think I might need personal protection -- my delusions are my own business.
Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy festive holidays as much as the next person, but we eco-freaks can't help ourselves from sucking the fun out of things, particularly when it comes to harming children.
It is easy to go through several hundred New York dollars' worth of candy by the time the crowd tapers off on our street. We're looking forward to seeing Michael Jackson again and again.
New York, as my friends and family who live there like to say, is the center of the universe and the source of everything important in life. Like Christmas.
I was called up on to choose this year's Hunky Santa - a coveted spot for a male specimen to become the holiday spokesman for Los Angeles shopping spo...
Don't crucify me, but sometimes it takes a Jew to make truly great Christmas music. Irving Berlin wrote "White Christmas" poolside at the Arizona Biltmore.
To imagine Bob Dylan is out of touch with the symbolic value of making a Christmas album--as hilarious a sign as it is--is just underestimating him.
"I remember where I was, who I was with, and how I found out Michael Jackson died," will become part of the vernacular into the 22nd century.
Have a holly, jolly summer.It's the best time of the year. Say goodbye to folks and fly as far away from here.
We should celebrate New Years in June, not January. Things seem to more or less end in January.
Most people who consider themselves at least somewhat spiritual, regardless of their religion or set of beliefs, have realized that caring for the earth is imperative to their spirituality.
When Jackson moved three doors away from me last December, I was thrilled. I still am. Still, the neighborhood has its rules.
The magnifying glass under which Michael Jackson has lived his entire life has exacted an obvious price. Still as we berate him we can't stop watching him -- no matter how often we think we've seen it all.
My child's increasing self-reliance has given me the time to reflect on my parents' lives. I've always been grateful to have arrived at midlife with two vital parents who live nearby.
For too long, bonuses have been offered as extravagant entitlements, fattening not only bank accounts, but establishing and publicizing hierarchies of power and status.
Someday, coal-fired electricity plants will likely be able to capture and store their global warming pollution, and that's something that NRDC encourages, as long as it's done well.
How dare we derive pleasure from a movie that elitist reviewers writing for a minute collection of fellow elitists have deemed prosaic, unimaginative, and beneath them.
I ran into a friend at the gym last week. Originally from Switzerland, he has been living in Los Angeles for 20 years. Ten years ago he and his partne...
There will be no trace of Christmas in my house. The sugar cookies rattling around the tin? Gone. The leftover eggnog? Down the drain. Gingerbread houses? See ya. Except for the cards. They stick around.
Before I knew from high, low and middle brow, there was Radio City Music Hall. Before bling, bra-burning, post-modernism, and even before men who wal...