Congressman Anthony Weiner, who is panting to be Mayor of New York someday, was doing okay with the underpants scandal for the first two days. Continue reading
Karyn
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I grew up in a racist household. My parents and grandparents tossed around the n-word and s-word the way Lady Gaga tosses around glitter. I was discouraged from making friends who were not white. Hell, a mixed marriage when I was growing up, right outside Boston, was an Irish marrying an Eye-tal-yan.
I’ve worked hard not be afraid of men of color, because that’s what I was taught as a child. It was beaten into me, so that that it became an instinct. I’m proud to say my intellect has overcome my upbringing. Continue reading
Death, destruction, Congressional private parts, and Chinese hackers. Continue reading
My sister and I would fight over everything. Cecelia wanted Barbie to play Fashion Show, but I wanted Barbie to play car wreck, where Barbie would spend the day bandaged with toilet paper in her Barbie Dream House Bedroom, as evil Skipper denied her food and water so she could get her hand on Ken. Continue reading
Welcome to the short news week, where us media types will spend three days babbling about the debt ceiling and the vast majority of America will respond by saying: What? Continue reading
Oh, sure, Daffy and Donald may have more fans but they’re not real. They don’t connect with their populace the way BaQuack Obama does. Continue reading
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Oh, sure. Most of you are at the beach, dancing on the sand and drinking pina coladas and listening to the Beach Boys and feasting upon hot dogs and chips. But the news? The news never takes a vacation. Even on Memorial Day. Continue reading
News! We got news! I know we didn’t have news yesterday. I’d had WAYYYY too many gin and tonics. I’m sorry.
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Anyhoo.
There is a certain peace in bathrooms. Those little rooms, or big rooms with little stalls, are a haven.
The official diagnosis of generalized anxiety disorder and major depression came about eight years ago. All my life, I’ve been scared. I’ve been scared to approach people, because who would want to talk to me? I’ve been afraid to leave the house dressed badly, because the masses might stone me. I’ve been afraid to talk, because what if I said the wrong thing? Continue reading
News! We’ve got news!
Every day, as I write this for you, my dear friends, I think of Kermit the Frog. Kermit is the finest amphibian journalist to ever hop the earth. We should all try to be like Kermit.