We all do it. Someone has a heart attack? We attack her again – she’s overweight, she doesn’t exercise. Someone has a stroke? He’s an over-achiever, he eats red meat. Someone gets cancer? She doesn’t get enough fiber. He used to smoke. This gives us a secret little self-congratulatory...
Perhaps it depends on beauty as seen by the eye of the beholder: Boobs or butt first? I’m attending a movie at a small indie theater earlier this week. After saving a seat for myself, I venture out to the lobby to schmooze with friends. Returning with a glass...
Bigly words are hard. Terms I don’t understand vex me, like crispy clothing tags. Since I can’t cut them out, I’ve the quaint habit of looking them up. I even use a an honest-to-God dictionary — a big heavy one, with densely-printed pages and cool index cut-outs, one that...
My house has an unmistakable Shabby Chic/Cottage vibe – I’m a great believer in making a virtue of necessity. Dents? Nicks? Flaws? A vintage well-used patina? A flea-market feel? Pretend that it’s deliberate and was expensive to achieve. Those gouges in the hardwood floor I refinished? I beat it...
Karmic punishment is swift and terrible – where I’m concerned, there’s none of this waiting-for-doom-in-the-next-life stuff. One day, I’m cracking jokes about aging-hippie silversmiths whose hands are stained with forging gemstones, and the next my own hands are permanently dyed the same shade of scarlet. God only knows what...