There is a thoughtful piece on Rocket City Mom about how to talk to your kids about pornography. Obviously, that’s a different discussion now than it was thirtysomething years ago when I first hit puberty. My “pornographic” education was rather tamer. At 12 I saw the video for Don Felder’s “Bad Girls,” and just…whew. Wow. … Read more
I got a great mental one-two this weekend, resulting in what my car sales motivational training called a “checkup from the neck up.” One was lunch on Friday with Saintseester that I considered canceling as close to the appointment as 20 minutes before. (This would be in the interest of sparing her my pissy attitude.) … Read more
Thanks to the ceaseless efforts of diligent safety advocates, the day-to-day threat of getting squished has gone steadily down my entire life. I mean, there was something character-building about getting one of your fingers mashed in a car’s power window, wasn’t there? Now, most of the windows just meekly retreat if they meet the slightest … Read more