I was at Disneyland for the Fourth of July (or, as dogs refer to it, Annual Armageddon Day). And while normally I chafe at Disney’s corporate worldview and misogynist fairy tales in perpetuity, I get why the Mouse House boasts that it’s the happiest place on earth. If you’re the right age, perhaps it …
I dreamed of Michael last night. Like 99.4% of my dreams, I don’t remember the details. Just that we are always doing normal stuff, kids killing time. And when I wake up, I feel uplifted, charged for a nebulous reason. Like we’d just spoken on the phone, or I just left his place. He …
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I recently had an amazing conversation with a six-year-old, which I guess is redundant. We sat across from each other during a celebratory Mexican luncheon for a high school grad (we both were fuzzy on the details), and I noticed he was holding a bright, yellow book. “Whatchya reading?” I asked. “Super Fly Guy,” …
Perhaps because I’ve felt as if I’ve finished a couple, but my eyes have been drawn to marathons of late. Maybe it’s that irritating commercial from Marathon Oil, whose new jingle implores you to “put a tankful of freedom” in your guzzler. (Does that make the Prius the official vehicle of the Socialist Marxist Party?). …
May 24, 2015 Welcome, friends, family, friends of family. Dearly Beloved: We are gathered here today to get through this thing called life. That line comes courtesy of Prince and Annetta. When I asked the couple what they’d like in their vows, Annetta quipped that the first thing that came to mind was the …
Warning: spoilers and curves ahead Mad Men was a profound show that flirted with a profound ending. Instead, it chose a mildly ambiguous one. Which, by today’s standards, could qualify as profound. But you couldn’t help but feel unfulfilled by the final chapter of the eight-year odyssey of Don Draper. The slick adman and …
By circumstance and TV viewing habits, I’ve been particularly attuned to the advertising world of late. And while I still believe corporations will be the ruination of America (we seem to have forgotten that money burns), business may be unintentionally performing a public good. Consider: Three years ago, six states recognized gay marriage. Today, it’s 36 — plus …
I got sick in June, 1979, on a Friday the 13th. As a 14-year-old, I knew the day was supposed to be unlucky. But I didn’t really feel cursed. Not when the docs diagnosed me with juvenile diabetes. Not when they said I’d have to give myself two shots a day. Not even when I …
I was watching an episode of Counting Cars (it’s fascinating, even if I don’t understand half of what they say). This guy was getting a tattoo of the Second Amendment inked over his right shoulder. He mentioned he’d like a tandem car, one with flags, slogans, Constitutional snippets and a Minuteman, flexing like a Mr. Universe contestant, sneering over …
The Hollywood Bowles 