And the boys are nervous. I doubt this will be another slice of parody genius akin to “Hot Fuzz,” but a girl can dream.
Category Archives: Kultur
Hooters
I’d never been to one before, so a friend of mine decided to treat me to lunch there as a kind of way to alleviate my suffering following yet another round of dental surgery (I might as well live at the dentist’s office). I was in a bit of a haze throughout the experience, butContinue reading “Hooters”
Remember, remember
Everyone who suffered in the Great War. On this day, my maternal great-grandmother screamed and tore at her chest in the narrow bed with the curtains drawn – her son would not return. It was embarrassing to celebrate anything. But my great-grandmother is long gone and, we hope, at peace, because even her picture inContinue reading “Remember, remember”
On My Grandmother’s 80th Birthday
I think about career. My grandmother was a successful physician and administrator who ended her working days after well over 50 years, more than half a century of infectious diseases and bureaucracies. I think about old age. I know how much she misses work – the starched white coat, the nurses flipping on the electricContinue reading “On My Grandmother’s 80th Birthday”
I should have invited that guy over for tea and sex, right?
Camille Paglia is pissing me off again; the universe has righted itself at last About a week before the horrible events that took place at Virginia Tech, I took a late-evening stroll to the gym. I planned on watching the Daily Show (we haven’t had a TV since the winter) while I sweated. The gymContinue reading “I should have invited that guy over for tea and sex, right?”