There’s something visceral and grandiloquent about buying a new bed. There’s the ceremony (sprawling across endless beds in a big showroom, the dismantling and removal of the old bed, the nail-biting anticipation as the delivery boys haul your new mattress up the stairs), the cherry-busting (where you lay down on your new mattress in your…
Dr. Tatiana Zhukovsky, my Russian dentist, is the sexiest woman ever to put her hands in my mouth. Her partner, Dr. Faranak Aliabadi, is another, drippy-voiced siren. These women, in their late 30s, early forties, are dyed blonde, in great shape, and svelted up like Arianna Huffington. In a word, they’re fierce.
MISANTHROPE: noun – A hater of humankind; a person who distrusts people and avoids their company. (The New Shorter Oxford English Dictionary). If you think I’m trotting out this lovely word to hurl at Ann Coulter or John Ashcroft, think again. I’m talking about me. Actually, I’m a closet misanthrope because I can, if needed,…
It feels odd to be broke. To deliver rolls of loose change to the bank so you can buy cigarettes and dog food. What feels odder is that I’m working at a well-paying hourly rate. Timing, timing is everything in the unsavory game of financial independence. I work enough to cover the costs I need…
Well, well, well, talk about a late adopter. Thanks to the mostly direct, Slate-hosted conversation between Andrew Sullivan and Kurt Anderson, I have seen the light. I think. We’ll see. With Media Whores Online and Jerry Pournelle waxing practically on the ritehood to writehood (yowzah!), I’ve seen some good stuff. But the downside is that…