A long time ago (well, two years ago) I felt sorry for Bristol Palin and Levi Johnston. I thought their original marital plans were such an obvious sham, and wondered if at one point in the future this performed relationship would stop. When it did almost seconds after Obama won, I felt happy for them that the "arranged marriages," staged lives ( Read more... )

My "what-I-would-do-if-I-won-the-lottery" fantasy has always changed to some degree, depending on wherever I am in my life. Right now, it would be to temporarily go the Gulf, don a rubber apron and give every pelican, bird and washable wetlands animal bathtime. So I've started buying one Powerball ticket each week ( Read more... )

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LYN!

I'm disappointed in you, Massachusetts. You may have had the bad taste to choose Mitt Romney as a governor, but I could forgive you for that because overall you were my blue heaven. I thought I could always count on you to have two (D)s next to your Senate listings, but if you had to replace one of those with an (R), could it not be Teddy's seat ( Read more... )

Happy Birthday MissNanna!!!!!

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I have some feelings that are pretty unpopular, but I'll confess them. Until a few days ago, I didn't know what texting was, but after finding out, I still have no desire to do it. I hate Facebook, YouTube, and Twitter. I haven't owned a cell phone in years. I feel unnerved when I go into any random place and discover I'm the only person not ( Read more... )

This time around, we get to play a true villain. Don't get me wrong--any trip to the World Series is a wonderful thing, but there is an added factor when most of the country sees you as the underdog and is on your side. Last year, the likeable Tampa Bay Rays had a romantic worst-to-first story; they were just the team to play against, not a team ( Read more... )

My heart lurches to part with summer. My mind is already full with thoughts of next spring. The period between April-August is my ultimate happy time, and my default concept of a platonic day is something May or June-ish, temp in the low 80s, a profusion of flowers and one of those nights where it seems like the daylight will never give up and ( Read more... )

Memo to TIME: don't put a pen in Caitlin Flangan's hands, yet alone give her a cover story. I guess I should have sent that memo to the Atlantic and the New Yorker, too, but I never did because I didn't think she would be taken seriously enough to write anywhere beyond their pages. Then again, I'm sort of not surprised. The media loves women who ( Read more... )

I've thought about it before, but as of late the concept of "professional reality show celebrities" have been on my mind more. It is often my wish that these personalities self-destruct so that I don't have to see their faces anymore when I'm in the checkout lane. So I have felt gratified as of late over the crash-and-burn of J&K Gosselin, who ( Read more... )