Well, he’s always been a boob man.

Yes, nothing like an epically surgically-enhanced woman to really catch our “President’s” attention.

Sad, but not too terribly surprised. His work always had a bit of melancholy attached to it, which is what made his outlook and humor so compelling. A real loss, though, especially in a time in which thoughtful, intelligent discussion on TV is on the decline.

Or The Beverly Hills Diet - the one where you ate a shit-ton of pineapple. My friend did that for the express purpose of fitting into her mom’s Calvin Klein jeans. One day she called and said, “Come over - I think today’s the day!” When I got to her place, I heard a weak call for help from the living room. She was…

The Wife of Dorian Trump.

How about a Christian movie about a guy whose parents illegally took him across borders fleeing from the law, finally moves out of his mom’s place at age 30, talks a dozen or so bros into leaving their families to hang out with him, freeloads his meals, hangs out with criminals and other social outcasts, walks…

Indeed. During that time in history, an affair with a boss was still regarded with a wink and a smirk (one of my co-workers at the ad firm I worked at out of college was known to have “special times” with the married boss on the couches in his office; she leveraged the hell out of it, into a VP position). In contrast,…

Bill and Hillary’s relationship is so fascinatingly offbeat. Both are whip-smart individuals, well-educated and thoughtful at times, and frustratingly block-headed at times as well. Yet for all their weaknesses, they still seem to genuinely love and admire each other, even when each has screwed the other over…

Frankly, I always thought it was weird, but Bill Clinton Lust was a thing at that time. A lot of women thought he was hot as hell, and him being a “mimbo” made for a bad combination that would inevitably lead to what it did. (My mother, a conservative GOP’er to the core, could go on and on about the way he bit his lip…

Considering how reality-show-driven the tRump clan is, you’d think they’d find some way to promote the idea that she’d had plastic surgery (I mean, isn’t it pretty much a trope in that genre by now?).

Again, two consenting adults. She knew fooling around with a married man was bad, and he knew fooling around on his wife was bad. Kinda creepy for an older guy to do so, but she also knew he was low-hanging fruit and made a concerted effort to get his attention sexually. Lewinsky was no gingham-clad innocent from the…

Yeah, but no. When a woman calls another woman a cunt, it just doesn’t cut as deep. When a man uses the word, it instantly becomes a threat. It just does. As far as Ivanka Trump goes, she’s lived a pretty damn well-cushioned life. She hasn’t really had to struggle or suffer for anything. Ever. So being called a cunt…

I can only imagine the weird, misguided and just plain horrific cases of self-induced abortions that Arkansas emergency rooms are going to be seeing in the weeks and months to come.

Ah, the 80s hair. I recently used a coupon at a salon in the (far) upper Midwest because, hell, a $10 haircut would make me feel better about plunking down $75 the next time around. I did not know some of those hairstyles still existed, but this place delivered ‘em. As for me, I firmly said, “Just trim the whole thing…

I used to work for a nonprofit that was a favorite subject for our local version of this sort of thing. (Feel-good stories about minority kids playing the piano.) But there were plenty of pay-for-play puff pieces about “unique architecture” that was coincidentally being offered by the real estate firm who bought…

Not so sure about that - at a high school jazz band performance last night, the solo sax guy got pretty rousing applause from the girls in the room. (And he took it with admirable coolness). Not a huge jazz fan, but I love to watch that group; unlike a lot of other HS jazz ensembles out there, the membership is mostly…

I prefer the term “cat” myself. Back when I worked at a music school, the longtime jazz sax instructor always referred to fellow jazz musicians as “cats”; everyone else was just “folks.”

I’m sure the right-wing “free speech” defenders are already howling in her defense (conveniently forgetting her spitting, crotch-grabbing National Anthem performance that had them calling for her execution a couple of decades ago).

The greatest tragedy of the tRump election was the re-legitimizing of the image of the white working class as a passel of stupids (my version of the basket of deplorables) and the undercurrents of racism and misogyny that unfortunately still flow beneath its surface. Reviving Roseanne into a “slice of modern life”…

A Nancy Drew and The Mystery of the Missing Melania plot twist?