Anybody remember Zima, that awful girlie drink from the 80s designed to get girls drinking bottled liquor that they then threw up after one too many? I haven’t followed the girlie drink industry since then, but today, at the Nationals ball park, I discovered a new, slightly more disturbing, phenomenon: Bud Lite Lime. It is…
On my way down the escalator at the Pentagon City Metro, I passed a mini-billboard with three sexy jets flying toward me. In bold letters right above them was this phrase: "Peace through strength. Lots of strength."
Thank you, Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, for fucking everything up. Somewhere over the last fifteen or so years — around the time that queers decided that they didn’t want to be different anymore, that they wanted to be just like the heterosexual Joneses — American servicemen decided that manscaping was some sort of…
I hate to disappoint my American friends, but you won’t like New Zealand because they aren’t really interested in military porn. They are savages, those kiwis. They think about things like peacefully coexisting with their neighbors, avoiding conflicts with folk who have nothing at all to do with their affairs. Obviously, they have a problem,…
The result of charities is great work for a lot of communities and individuals. This post does not question that. What it questions are the abhorrent means by which charities raise their monies, most notably the perversion and, in some cases, commandeering of institutions that have little if anything to do with charity work. Charities…
Yesterday was a beautiful day to wash my beloved Pup Bug, the fire-engine red ’79 convertible VW Super Beetle that has given me so much joy over the last five years. I hosed it down, taking particular pleasure in watching the black streams of dust and soot as they poured over the car’s bubbly contours…
“Seems like only yesterday” is, indeed, a cliche. I read Watchmen when they were only available as monthly issues in a 12-issue series, and that doesn’t feel like 23 years ago. Perhaps the reason Watchmen feels so recent is that it remains a rich and entertaining literary epic, its themes so painfully appropriate, its unflinching…
The New York Times (sigh) has posted a much-blogged, much-read article about something called — don’t laugh — thirdhand smoke. In short, smokers who aren’t actually smoking at the moment carry molecules of nasty toxins like hydrogen cyanide and arsenic. Oh, my god, arsenic, it’s so famously poisonous, don’t you know? These molecules can transfer…
Awesome.
Christmas is taking pleasure in the idea of giving a gift to someone you don’t like. Christmas is reveling in the glee others get in receiving from you something that you made. Creating gifts is an act of love, buying them is an act of commerce. Christmas is the intellectual challenge of making someone happy…