In other words, the high school class has been extremely lucky and almost no one has died. By comparison, when I was in the 9th grade, a kid drowned. Another was killed by his own mother—late at night, he was riding his motorcycle home from one party, she was driving her car home from another, neither were sober. The…

Good thing your personal experience is universal, and all dogs are the same, then.

When my first boyfriend dumped me, my big sis took me to see White Squall. Well, as I recall, it was neither a dumb movie nor the kind of thing to cheer one up (we ended up with a post-movie discussion comparing Jeff Bridges’ character to our ballet teacher). But she was right about there being quite a few hot…