Fables of the Deconstruction
To: Faceless multi-national conglomerates
From: Faceless Consumer #7348-3c
Subject: Please stop trying to sell me things. Please.
You say you’ve heard the story about three little pigs?
Not this one.
Keeping Up with the Jones
Someone told me that I should write something lighthearted and happy this month. Lighthearted? Happy? Mean old me? OK, I’ll try.
Don't Ask, I'm Telling
My name is Pam Swisher.
And I am … a gay-friendly-aholic.
I was listening to “Francene” on WHAS Radio Monday morning, the first business day since the House of Representatives passed a comprehensive bill that, if allowed to remain relati
Summary of My Discontent
So, I’ve been working on my personal style. For most of my 20s and 30s, my signature look consisted of a ponytail, ripped jeans and flannel shirts.
John Timmons doesn’t provide health insurance to his employees. Never has.
Poor November. It’s a month without a color, a month without a cause. Sure, Thanksgiving is fun, what with the Macy’s Parade, the turkey and the pie.
“There exists a type of phenomenon, even more mysterious than telepathy or precognition, which has puzzled man since the dawn of mythology: the seemingly accidental meeting of two un