Have you ever found yourself confiding in a friend on a Sunday morning in Central Park, only to be interrupted mid-sentence by her screaming "Cinnamon Teals in formation at 10 o' clock!"
We had two Democratic debates and one Republican debate last week. The GOP one was shocking -- because nobody said anything shocking! Yes, that's truly how far the Republicans have sunk -- to the Sherlockian level of the dog not snarling in the night being the big news.
The winner of the Most Disappointing Democrat Of The Week award was none other than Chelsea Clinton. There's a word for what she is doing, and it is called "fearmongering."
Now that the primaries are getting a lot closer, some are doing mental pretzel-bends to rationalize their gut feeling about Trump's inevitable loss (since their gut feeling can't possibly be wrong, of course.)
The true spirit of the holidays does not lie in maintaining the precious feelings of the over-privileged, or trying to put ourselves at the center of everyone else's world, but rather in spreading happiness to places it's seldom found.
President Obama had some fun this week, and by doing so actually forced the media to tackle a serious subject on his agenda.
I know some people feel swagger implies arrogance, but I like to think of it as radical self-love. Swagger can sometimes influence narcissism, but most often narcissists don't have swagger so much as a bull's-eye on their forehead where everyone wants to hit them with a cherry pie.
I follow Richard Dawkins on Twitter. Why, as a devout Mormon, do I follow the world's most prominent (living) atheist? I'm always interested in both sides. Obviously an articulate and intelligent man, Dawkins is also, how do I put it, snarky. Case in point, the following three tweets, all generated in a single day.
I saw The Book of Mormon at SHN Orpheum Theatre in San Francisco. I am not a South Park fan but throughly enjoyed the production. It is playing now th...
At my local library, in the parking lot, by two of the spots near the door, there are signs that read, "Hybrid Low-Emission Parking Only." Excuse me while I go puke, would you?
Neither public servants nor clergy nor holy books nor heroes are infallible. Battling obscurantism does not mean we are saints of any kind. It means we will not accept a tyrant's bogus paradise, and are free to form our own words and images and make up our own minds.
Considering all this, it's hard to get behind a day dedicated explicitly to sexualizing redheads, giving carte blanche -- including, of course, a hashtag -- to all those who'd like to kiss, or fantasize about kissing, the ginger of their wet dreams. Respect a Ginger Day 2016, anyone?
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While the NFL isn't in any danger of vanishing into a cloud of righteous indignation from its detractors, it's definitely gotten its fair share of lousy press lately, some of it understandable.
The black-and-gold JPEG invitation arrived in my inbox back in June, miraculously dodging the spam filter. "You and a guest are invited to join us as we celebrate our 40th anniversary." It was from Hustler magazine.
In all its raunchy audacity the national tour of The Book of Mormon lands in Philadelphia for six weeks. The Tony Award winning show still is generating a lot of controversial steam.