You have a point, but bear in mind that this probably only applies to Milan, where a good slice to go is a lot harder to find than, say, in Rome. Anyone who wants to sit down and have pizza can do so in any pizzeria, anywhere. With very few exceptions, it’ll still be better than Domino’s.

Would you like me to report on it, at some point?
I might be in Milan before the end of the month and I’m more than willing to let all of you have a piece of my mind.
(No, Rome is not on the map as of now. The Romans have a long tradition of pizza and street food and are much less permeable to bullshit.)

In the radio show I hosted over the summer we discussed “Going Clear” with one of my guests. The segment lasted about five minutes. We both received a long e-mail from the Church’s headquarters (quite probably translated from the standard e-mails that Scientology sends out to anyone who even dares mention the film)…

Is she serious? Does she only have ONE idea?

My mum kept hers, but both her daughters have outgrown her by several inches (and in my case, at least two sizes), so it’s really just a keepsake, hidden away somewhere in my now-deceased grandparents’ empty house. I’ve only just become aware of how much of a premise for an indie horror film that could be. Carrying on.

Even people who do everything in their power not to become pregnant sometimes do. And they should be able to terminate that pregnancy without having to stand up to other people’s judgment. Plenty of women get pregnant because they wanted a baby with somebody, or thought that their significant other did, and then they…

I’m so making this.

I don’t usually take pics of my food, so I have none to share, but I visited my parents last week and my dad came back from picking mushrooms in the woods with a big fat bag of juicy porcini, which he was generous enough to share with me.

I’m just wondering if this could actually be a disorder of its own, rather than a first world manifestation of another disorder. For some reason, I can’t see people injuring themselves on purpose in countries where physical integrity is essential to survival. I’m not trying to write this off as something not…

I would like to see statistics on this particular personality disorder outside of industrialized first world countries. I really would.

Theory: the Catholic Church gives about 0 fucks about Americans at large. But they do give plenty of fucks about the fact that a law about civil unions is currently being discussed in Italy.
That meeting sent a message, and not to Americans.
The Pope is currently very busy undermining the Mayor of Rome, Ignazio Marino,…

Yeah, howsit babes? (Sorry Cass, hate to be right on this one, but I’ve been going on about how Francis is more of the same for quite some time now.)

How exactly to you “rehabilitate” somebody who has a history of molestation and has since moved on to ol’ fashioned cheating? Can anyone really stop being their awful selves?

There goes another one who equates feminism with separatism while having no idea what separatism actually is, where it came from, why it was practiced and subsequently largely dropped. Or rather, there goes another one who doesn’t have a clue. Oh dear.

Not in Rome, they wouldn’t. European nuns, and those residing in Italy particularly still wear their habit, veil and all. They’re surprising colourful, too. I’ve seen quite a few blue ones around.

I thought the story itself drew a pretty comprehensive picture of the US judicial system.

Serial is excellent storytelling which also happens to be based on actual events. It could’ve been completely fictional and still be just as riveting. At any rate, I’m not sure that anything that could potentially lead to the case being re-opened “shoddy”.

My mum’s wedding dress is not my taste, although it would make a splash in these retromaniac times. Unfortunately I’m about six inches taller and two sizes bigger than my mum (who’s still really tiny). So no dice.

She was a singer-songwriter. All her songs were her own and she is credited as sole author on most of her hit singles. That was largely overshadowed by her self-destruction, but she really was a brilliant musician with a huge talent, who could’ve gone on to do great things if she hadn’t succumbed to her addiction.

This thing has happened enough times to be shojo manga material. I wonder if anyone’s thought of making one. It has all the ingredients: idoru, sex, the possibility of forbidden love, drama, humiliation, rebirth.