Cigarettes, Alcohol and Everything Else
Cigarettes and alcohol, 1983 (Photo by Katy Lyle used w/o permission) I didn’t plan to quit smoking. I planned to go get another pack of cigarettes when I was down … Continue reading
Blood, Locusts, Boils, Dicks: Paragraph 9 Will Blow You Away!
It was Passover last Friday, and my friend Janet invited me to a Seder. The timing was perfect. I’d just published “Blood, Sugar, Sex, Dickheads” and my blog was getting crazy … Continue reading
Blood, Sugar, Sex, Dickheads
It just happened again. I read a news story about Flea playing the national anthem as a bass solo at Kobe’s final game with the Lakers and I went nuts. Every time … Continue reading
The Grammys: Who Left the Dogs Out?
I was disturbed by the Grammys, but mainly I was confused. I was baffled from the very first words spoken — Taylor Swift’s proclamation that it was the 2016 Grammys … Continue reading
Life, Death, and Facebook
I wasn’t too excited when Facebook launched “On This Day,” which they describe as “a new way to look back” and I describe as “an irritating souvenir of every mistake … Continue reading
We Need to Talk About Adele
I was going to write a rosy post about Adele, but I got distracted. I searched Google for articles on Adele’s 25 and the millions of albums she sold, and instead I read … Continue reading
OK, Stupid
I reactivated my OK Cupid account last week. It may be because I’m bored, or it could be that I need something to think about other than how much I … Continue reading
She’s Like 50
When I was working at E!, my boss, John, emailed me for contact information for a publicist. Rather than go to the database and look up her email, I … Continue reading
Everybody Hurts
I missed my flight to Boston yesterday. It was accidentally on purpose. I think I convinced myself that if I missed my flight, I wouldn’t have to go to Boston, … Continue reading
Sexual Healing
I haven’t blogged in a while. I want to appear cheery and well-adjusted, and I’ve been irritated, annoyed, disgruntled and exasperated. Until today, the only thing I’d written since July was … Continue reading
Nirvana, Plugged In
I don’t have a great memory. When I was a kid, I would forget how to walk home from school, and if and when I finally arrived there, I’d … Continue reading
Crazy in Love
On Valentine’s Day 2014, I did the unfathomable and had dinner with my cousin Rick and his then-fiance, Annie. I knew it wasn’t a great idea. Unabashed in … Continue reading
I Cringe, Therefore I Am
Back in the punk rock days of early 80s Boston, there was always a reason to go out. There were shows, parties, and after-parties, and if nothing else was going … Continue reading
Here Comes the Regular
I thought that since I posted about aging a few months ago, it was too soon to write about it again. But then I checked my archives and found out … Continue reading
