Back in 1978, I thought the muff (a wrap with a fake fur trim) was indecent, so I refused to wear it in my senior pictures. Instead, I only wore the cap and gown. My picture did not end up in the yearbook because of the assumption that all the girls were wearing the muff. These days, I'd still refuse to wear the…

I placed out of eight hours of college biology oue to a perfect score on the science section of the ACT (36 out of 36). By comparison, I got a 12 on the math section. My mother got a 6 on the math section. (We were both going to community college. In 1978. I be old and my mother even older. Now get offa our lawns!)

Gosh, she was a lateral move from the Wall Street Journal, you'd think that she could have been paid commensurate with her experience. If Ken Auletta is correct, when she was managing editor, she was paid less than a male deputy managing editor. Just because one moves over from another paper to the Times doesn't mean…

To be blunt, I don't know that winning a Pulitzer should be a qualification for being editor of a newspaper, even the NYTimes. Particularly when one's predecessor in that position was the execrable Bill Keller. I'd note that the sexism in the newspaper business would have likely extended to Pulitzer selection over…

It's a bit more complex than that. Sterling is still married to his wife, Rochelle. Rochelle is suing her husband for taking community property monies and giving it to V. She's suing V. to get those monies back, since they came from the community property. Rochelle is just trying to get all the money back into the…

Ah, no, this one looks like it has a pedigree. I do have to wonder how much it would cost to buy the cobalt blue used to coat the canvas. (Cobalt blue is not a cheap color.)

Ok, so I'm dating myself here, but I remember my junior high school teachers hauling out the big-ass TVs on the carts so they could watch the Senate Watergate hearings in class way back in 1973. Their justification: it was educational. What they really wanted to see: Nixon getting the big hammer.

Bob Larson is a real piece of work. He's been doing this exorcism shtick at least since the 80s. (One memory I have is of driving across north Texas in June 1994 in a car with no air conditioning, listening to Larson on the radio. The other big event of that day was the OJ Simpson slow speed Bronco chase.) But…

Gee, and I thought having a certain space alien cult (*cough* Xenu *cough*) plaster my neighborhood with flyers consisting of an awful photograph of me and the words "RELIGIOUS BIGOT" was bad enough (Salt Lake City, circa 1999). Yikes. (By the way, that backfired, a talk show radio host saw the flyer and had me on her…

This guy is future lion chow, that's all I'm going to say.