I don’t know, he hasn’t said “very” or “really” quite enough times to convince me that he’s not full of shit.

Many years ago, during college, I interned on a TV program, and one day she was a guest. I saw Miss Parton by herself in the hallway near the set shortly before the taping began, and I offered her a bottle of Evian. I basically approached her as someone who was my guest, in a sense, and wanted to make sure she was OK.

Every PSA should be a variation of Apaches.

Ugh, everyone involved is so thirsty for A-list fame - and it’s absolutely gross.

Wow, I forgot how pretty Curt Smith was.

Unfortunately, I had a LOT of chores to do every Saturday before I was allowed to watch any TV. So by the time I plopped down in the living room with my bowl of corn flakes, I only got to see The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour, some Schoolhouse Rock, and Fat Albert (I hated Fat Albert. So sanctimonious). Am I wrong, or…

See, caftans make me think of Mrs. Roper (70s kid here). Unfortunately, whoever styled that character made her look hideous, so I’ve never considered the caftan as any kind of wardrobe staple for myself. Now that I’m closer to the age of Mrs. Roper than not, it might be worth reviewing that decision!

Whoa. You can get pretty far on a million in the Midwest!

And then one day you heard that Bowie tried to run him over in a hotel garage? :D

Ja, viele Menschen würden zustimmen, dass dieses Kind wirklich wie ihre Vorfahren ähnelt.

There was such a thing back in the late 70s -early 90s as a “Jack Kemp” Republican, who was a fiscal conservative and a social moderate (though he had some opinions on abortion and gay rights that would be seen as incredibly right-wing today, but at the time were standard for many people on either side of the aisle).…

Here is what I learned in therapy about some of the things that happened in my childhood dealing with an emotionally unstable parent.

Ha! I realized from reading this article that I went to college with Yara Shahidi’s mother. Glad to know that the family’s doing well!

Why marry if you know you’re going to sex up other people?

Ironically enough, during my time at a super preppy high school in the mid-80s, there were two parking lots that the students could use (I went to school in a rich community), and the metalheads/burnouts/stoners took a corner of one. Maybe it was 15-20 kids out of a school of 1200.

That’s some Bowie-level hair right out the gate! Bless.

So nothing’s changed since 1985, which is the last time I went to church. A pentecostal church, anyway. The little storefront church I attended until 16 was complete with the the plastic “stained glass” stickers on the windows. Ah, being poor. Those were the days.

It’s not the side effects of the cocaine - I’m thinkin’ that it must be love!

“Beep, beep”, indeed.

I have been waiting for an opportunity to share this; one of Betty White’s first gigs was a radio show based out of Chicago called Empire Builders. In this episode, she plays a young orphan. 1930 or 1931, I believe, meaning she was 8 or 9 years old.