Megan really gets to wear the best stuff. She gets to just throw on a Pucci minidress as if every woman in 1967 had a bunch of them hanging in her closet. I forget the scene but she and Don are going out somewhere and she is in full Elizabeth-Taylor-circa-1967 mode, her hair a mile high, has peyos-like side curls,…

Love your screen name and avatar. One of my favorite lines from the show is when Betty says, "I speak Italian, you know." Poor Henry.

In publishing it seems interns have been around since the invention of the printing press. Sylvia Plath wasn't really an intern but as a college student she "guest edited" a college issue of Mademoiselle in 1953. Law firms have been doing it with law school students ("summer associates") for decades. Med school…

I like the intern's caption the best. So Dada. So inspired. Much Zen.

I worked at a place where someone got unceremoniously fired (for good reason, but she was pissed) and sometime during the day she was given to pack up and deal with HR, etc., she managed to acquire some egg salad and sneak into the office of the woman who fired her. While there she unscrewed the tops of the HVAC units…

You would be surprised at how often this happens in interracial and/or inter-faith marriages. Sometimes the parents just can't let go and try to set up their married children with someone else from the same shared group. Apparently the stain of infidelity and divorce is easier to wash away than the stain of marrying…

Thanksgiving must be fun if someone from the family decides to bring along a date whom they're not at least tangentially related to. "And this is my..."

I am horribly ashamed that I know this but her husband's last name is Todd so I think her daughter might be called Pandora Todd. Not nearly as fun.

I was a little confused about this myself. Surely a restaurant chain that pretends to serve "Mexican" food might want to have a few people around whom the patrons might assume to maybe be Mexican or of Mexican descent, lending some kind of patina of authenticity to this gruesome experiment in early myocardial…

I am a schlubby middle-aged white male who patronizes a bodega barely larger than my living room in my majority non-white neighborhood. I breeze in and am always greeted warmly by the several family members who work in the place. The non-white patrons, who are typically school-aged kids, women pushing strollers, and…

But it's a delicate dance when two people do it in a dialogue. I have a coworker whom I adore who has cats. Many, many cats. I have a new dog whose crazy doggishness is still new to me. So on the company dime we can talk to each other about pets for hours, but we kind of talk past each other. It's like someone from…

There's the country Macedonia but there's also a region in Greece (bordering Macedonia) called Macedonia, so maybe he used the same accent Anthony Quinn used in Zorba the Greek.

I freaked out when I saw him in "I Love You, Man," because he is so good and the movie was so bad.

I've often suspected that no woman has ever bought Playgirl and that it was (is? Is it still around?) soft-core erotica for gay men who yearn for the Village People/YMCA era.

I have a lot of female friends who supported Obama in 2008 as opposed to Hillary. I have a lot of black friends who supported Hillary rather than Obama. Both groups got a lot of crap for "betrayal." My greatest fear is that I will be elected President; I'd never vote for myself. (And there's a nasty rumor, probably…

There are so many mysteries in life. Why am I here? Does God exist? Why does anyone notice the pronouncements of Jim Carrey's Playboy Bunny ex-girlfriend?

I think I saw those three just last weekend in Williamsburg!

Are you a Kardashian? A RHONY? Otherwise, not interested.

And now Bruce Jenner doesn't seem to want Kris Kardashian's naked bosom pushing against his back.

Not always. I'm looking forward to the RHoNY episode where [SPOILER ALERT] Aviva Drescher throws her prosthetic leg across the dining room at Le Cirque. (This was in the NY Post so it must be true.)