I am gay, so I was required to worship La Streisand when I signed up for my Gay Card. But now that Sen. Inhofe has opened my eyes to her devilry, I am disappointed in my diva. I feel safer knowing that the senator may take over the Senate Environment and Public Works Committee.
First off, I am impressed that the Communications Director for a Congressman would take time out from her busy and important schedule to address herself to the sartorial state of the Nation's First Daughters. I immediately checked your Facebook page to see what other gems I could gather. But I was sorely disappointed.
This year's guide: the revised, the updated, the ultimate manual on how to avoid getting touched, caressed, bumped, groped, shoved, tripped, smacked, kicked, whatever, while you shop for that perfect gift for that imperfect person.
Photos released by the St. Louis County Prosecutor's Office of Officer Darren Wilson, taken shortly after his altercation with 18-year-old Michael Brown on August 9, 2014, appear to prove that Brown hit Officer Wilson so hard in the face that a mark was almost left on Wilson's skin.
I'd like to add a few holidays to our already crowded holiday calendar: Thanksgiving-Up: a day of gratitude for things about which we've said, "Sc...
A highlight reel of an episode of the Christian program, Way of the Master, has surfaced recently. Intrigued, I sought out the full half-hour episode titled How To Witness To Someone Who Is Gay. I want to share my findings with you.
I am sneezing in between paragraphs, coughing at the completion of each sentence and wiping my bloodshot eyes as I proofread this column. I see no need to visit the doctor, for I know this horrible cold will pass.
Use this guide to handle these characters without resorting to cryptic Facebook posts that leave innocent relatives wondering if you were talking about them.
I'm sorry, Jon Stewart. I'm really sorry because I love your Daily Show. I love that your satire holds the feet of politicians to the fire. But your film... well, someone needs to say this: it's not what it's cracked up to be.
Technology has created what relationship researcher Scott Stanley dubs the "soft breakup." This is a breakup that is known to only one member of the two-person relationship. The other member is left in a quasi-state of communication, something like a flawed Skype connection, in which one party sees the other, who only sees a black box.
I mean, it's great that we all possess a hidden wellspring of compassion that allows us to extend a hand to a stranger in trouble, but I don't know what I'd do if I found out the person to whom I was about to extend a kindness actually admitted to liking Jack Reacher.
Arkansas? The state that gave us Walmart and the World Championship Duck Calling Contest? Correct on all fronts. But it's also home to Beebe, the outgoing governor who recently blew the lid off fatherly love through a promise he plans to deliver before leaving office in January.
I propose that we ban all heterosexual marriages, defined as being the union of only one man and only one woman, and legalize homosexual marriage, defined as being the union of either only two men or only two women.
Google Nose will filter out any unpleasant scents, like rotten garbage or steamed Brussels sprouts. Google Mouth will automatically close if you try to eat something you shouldn't, like rotten garbage or steamed Brussels sprouts.
After years of incompetence and racial profiling among its forces and in light of the popular new podcast, "Serial," Chicago mayor Rahm Emanuel has launched an innovative new program replacing the core of Chicago's police force entirely with NPR hosts and producers.
Annette Marie Westwood's unconventional healing methods have attracted the attention of reality television programmers including the Oxygen Network. While she listens to offers, she continues working with her, so far, all female clientele and searching for upscale LA venues that might want to host sendoffs for cheaters.