A little while ago, I posed this question to folks on Twitter: – A few people agreed with me, which was both comforting and alarming (you know, like a warm cuddly blanket that happens to be made of live gerbils). Oh, and my brothers replied:
It’s been a bit serious here on the blog over the last few days, and it seems a bit of levity is in order. After all, it can all be nudity and violation of inner sanctums, can it? No, no. Sometimes we need to throw a bit of idiocy into the mix, too. I was…
I feel badly. Yesterday I sufficiently freaked a lot of people out (I mean a lot of people. Thanks to everyone who retweeted the article) when I wrote about the invasive, privacy-violating, potentially-dangerous full-body scanners that are appearing in airports all over the U.S. That’s not the part I feel badly about. I feel badly…
– I’ve never been afraid of flying. I figure if anything does go wrong at 30,000 feet, worrying won’t really make it any better. Turbulence bothers me only so far as it makes me feel nauseated – I’m never concerned that I’m going to fall out of the sky. And if disaster did strike? I’d…
Happy Guy Fawkes Day, kids. In celebration of today, I strongly suggest you do not take it upon yourselves to overthrow any existing governments, because frankly, that sounds like a lot of work, and, well, it’s Friday. Even a Funemployed girl like myself understands the importance of a Friday. Besides, if you’re like me (and…
As some of you may already know, I am a huge dork. My biological classification is dorkus malorkus. It is something over which I take great pride because, frankly, I’ve already tried being ashamed of my innate dorkitude, and that didn’t get me anywhere. And so, I embrace my inner dork often (she likes hugs).…
It’s 6am, and I’m wide awake. I have been for an hour. This is the downside of travel – jet-lag that strikes almost randomly – gone one day, here the next, leaving you with the almost beyond-human superpower of waking up before dawn without an alarm. Without so much as a yawn. (Except just now…
Hi. Remember me? I’ve been off the radar, somewhat unintentionally, for the last week and a half. My apologies about that. During that time, I visited every state in the tri-state area (which I’m going to pretend is an accomplishment), got lost in London and robbed in Bulgaria (okay, fine – we weren’t robbed. We…
When you’re a kid, familial roles seems permanent and immutable. You are one of the children, though you don’t necessarily regard yourself as such. The definition you carry is far less important than the one you’ve designated to others. Parents and aunts and uncles – these make up the grown-ups. They are caregivers and disciplinarians,…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
Paperback Available March 11th
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