I'm a DC-area mother with an over-developed sense of irreverence, ADD, socialist tendencies and a blog. All my opinions are entirely my own and not representative of anything officially sanctioned by any political party, my mother, or arbiters of common sense and good taste.
Dear Any Woman Who is Considering Sleeping With Charlie Sheen: Back. Away. From. The. Deeply. Troubled. Celebrity. Listen, for all you porn stars, hookers, wanna be porn stars, wanna be hookers, and anyone who is hoping to get a foothold in Hollywood by nailing an established star with his own sitcom, Charlie Sheen is not a good choice. Yes, yes, I know that in his most recent romp, he paid a girl $30,000 for sex…
Woowee, did we get some nasty weather last night. In the space of half an hour we went from rain, to sleet, to heavy, wet snow. The DC area, having learned ABSOU-FUCKING-LUTELY NOTHING from the major snowstorms last year appeared to have no plan in place for this event so the roads were worse than I’ve ever seen, anywhere. And by anywhere, I’m including Rochester, NY and Columbus, OH. Yeah. We spent two hours creeping…
There should be a State of the Union red carpet so people other than dorks like me would know who everyone in the room is. Do you think we could get Ryan Seacrest to host it? Or maybe one of the blonde women from Fox News. They treat politics like entertainment. Nice dress on Michelle Obama! You can guess how good a speech is going to be by looking at her. Tonight she’s beaming. He…
I have figured out how to get rich. I figured it out in Target this weekend. A weekend, I might add, that was smack in the middle of January. Which is part of winter. A season that is very, very cold in over half the country. I went to Target hoping to find some replacement kid mittens because we’re down to our last pair, with at least 6 more weeks of serious cold ahead of…
Do I have to write about the Tiger Lady? I do? Really? Ok, fine. Much has already been said about Amy Chua and her Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother and all the excerpting she’s done from it to promote it. She talks about non-Western styles of parenting that are heavy on academic drilling and low on fun. Some people say she’s onto something, some people say she’s a child abuser, some people say she’s…
This post was reprinted with my permission at Salon.com on January 21, 2011. I was not compensated for that reprint. Warning: If you oppose legal abortion, please be aware that I do not share your position on this matter. However, please also be aware that I am using this post to illuminate common ground between the two poles of the abortion debate and I am attempting to be respectful of all points of view in…
I’m not good at delayed gratification. For evidence of this I present Exhibit A: The bag of Trader Joe’s chocolate covered toffee popcorn that I bought to be my little treat every night after work this week. It’s sitting beside me and I’m eating it by the fistful as my reward for doing laundry and writing blog posts. It’s yummy. I’m weak. I like treats. And I like them NOW. What? So, I like treats…
I sometimes like to fantasize about what life would be like if I ran the world. Then I think running the world is too big a job and I downgrade to just running the US. I’d be better at that than running the world because I speak the language and I can reach most of the country by car, though it would take a while. When I do allow myself to think about running the…
Dear Mrs. Obama, Have you let your husband out of your sight since Saturday? The look on your face during the moment of silence for the Tucson shooting victims spoke volumes to me. You look grimly terrified in the pictures. You look like a woman who is willing to throw herself in front of a bullet aimed at her man or her kids. You look like a woman who thinks you will someday have to…
There was a spectacular incident of a local politician crashing and burning here last year. The elected executive of a large county in Maryland was indicted on bribery charges after a long investigation into his relationships with county contractors. The best part of the whole thing was that when the feds showed up at his door, his wife called him to ask what to do. He told her to secrete a large sum of money…
