I’m not saying it’s “fun” to misuse social media to send lewd pictures of yourself to unsuspecting female followers, but it would be much easier if your name was “Smith,” not “Weiner.” Continue reading →
Since turning thirty-two, I half-joke a lot about being old, because many of my friends are mean twenty-somethings, and I’m pre-empting them from saying it about me, first. Continue reading →
My habit of reading fine print began when I was a child reading the nutrition facts on cereal boxes. Back then, most school-day mornings were alike. Continue reading →
When you’re explaining something to someone, and they cut you off, mid-sentence, and continue with what they think you were going to say, and you’re like “I wasn’t going to say any of that.”
