In this week's New York Magazine, Jonathan Chait discusses in his essay Not a Very P.C. Thing to Say how hard it is to be a white man these days. In case you don’t have the time or moral energy to read his 5,000 word opus of angst, here’s a brief rundown....more
There was this meeting about sexual violence, about rape as a weapon in wars. Ruanda, Bosnia, Congo, and other places. Rape as a way to destroy the personality of women. So cruel. I think I should attend. I feel obliged to attend, I know it is not going to be a happy evening. But you should attend to show solidarity for the suffering of your sisters. Sexual violence in wars has now become a priority for the UN High Commissioner for Refugees....more
Childhood has been terminally ill for a long time. But, like mourners at a wake, we act as if there’s nothing more we can do than reminisce about the things we did as a kid that are unthinkable now:...more
Some days, I wonder how anything ever gets done in this world. I mean, seriously – between passing the buck, walking on eggshells, covering our collective butts, skirting the issues, and trying not to step on anyone’s toes, so much of our precious time seems to be wasted on stumbling around in awkward circles instead of actually going anywhere or accomplishing anything.
I'm not a Seinfeld fan. But I do know that, as George Costanza, Jason Alexander was all the things I don't want to be: bitter, petty, defensive, egotistical, mean. He was written without a positive bone in his body.It turns out that Jason Alexander is a great actor. And role model....more
This land is your land, this land is my land, this land is their land too. Isn't it?
A pickup ventured into an upscale beach city. It was older, had out of state plates, and a bale of hay and a dog in the back. It needed a wash. It probably did not have air conditioning as the driver’s window was rolled all the way down exposing a tanned elbow. Snazzily dressed and elegantly shoed passersby with salon haircuts stopped, pointed, shook their heads....more
Yeah I said it. I say it all the time. Nigger. Not because I'm black. I'm Korean, then I'm black. I've been called one and I've been treated like one. It's 2010, I live in a predominantly white part of a predominantly white town and I've been dealing with this crap my whole life. I'm adopted, and my mom is white, so white that she pretended she wasn't my mother when we went to her small home town to visit her mother. She would literally ditch me in stores and I would be running after her yelling "Mommy, wait for me!"&n...more
Jennifer Aniston came under fire recently for using the word "retard", as have many others in the past. I've never known where to weigh in on this one. I have myself used the word just as Aniston did (she was referring to herself), as well as the word "retarded"...the latter mostly in the context of "socially-retarded" or "emotionally-retarded". I am, after all, married. To a man.But I got to thinking...what if the word "autistic" started to be used in the same way? What if the Black-Eyed Peas' new hit song was called "Let's Get Autistic"? Or peop...more
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