The thing about hearts that love a lot, they just keep breaking. And this time it’s the ease and energy with which I love a lot of stuff a lot – weird, wonderful stuff – that’s doing me in.
The last vestige of the big weekend Manhattan Flea Market, known as ‘The Garage”, is . . . → Read More: Flea-Smitten
You never think it’ll be you.
After all, you seem sane (publicly). You think you’re pretty cool (privately). But then, one day you wake up and somehow, it’s happened. There’s no use denying it. You‘ve become crazy parrot lady. There’s no escaping the fact I’ve become one of those women you read about, . . . → Read More: Unplanned Parrothood
Angela Lansbury looking all damey and shit
Of course, The Lost Art of Being a Dame is not really lost at all. It is alive and well at these wonderful sites where you can find great content that is entertaining, informative, and dame-rific as all get out. I recommend you bookmark:
I . . . → Read More: Great Sites For and About Great Dames
The public debate surrounding Dylan Farrow-Woody Allen has kept me up nights. I’ve been immobilized by sadness, anger, and shame.
For 40 years I’ve been terrified to write about this, and 40 years is a long time to be terrified. But now, maybe it’s been long enough. Both my parents are dead now. And . . . → Read More: Down There: Woody Allen, Dylan Farrow and Me
Lily Allen’s new video for Hard Out Here got me thinking.
My first thought was that it’s great when a mainstream female artist draws attention to sexism, misogyny and double standards. My second thought was that I wish the message wasn’t accompanied by (lots of) the very porn-y and corny imagery it professes to . . . → Read More: Lily’s Right, It IS Hard Out Here
I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.
What should I be for Halloween this year? A sexy vampire, a sexy astronaut, a sexy nurse, a sexy pirate, a sexy carrot – the possibilities are endless.
When I was a little girl, like all children I Imagined who I’d like to be . . . → Read More: Halloween Costumes, Pop Tarts and Candy Porn
Everybody, let’s stop with the slut-shaming. Her performance at the VMAs is upsetting, but not for the reasons you think. The furor and shock and vitriol strike me as the height of hypocrisy and sexism.
Miley Cyrus is still America’s Sweetheart — the REAL America
Am I happy young girls feel they need . . . → Read More: In Defense of Miley Cyrus
There’s this show on USA Network called Fairly Legal (a hilarious take on barely legal, get it?) that I’ve only been able to stomach watching once or twice. But to be “fairly”, I came into watching the show with prejudicial feelings. Prejudicial feelings of the sort that made me want to throw a heavy object at . . . → Read More: Lawyer? I Barely Touched Her!
Being a dame is synonymous wit confidence, actually possessing it or behaving as though you did. Of course, it helps to have the goods to back up that confidence, and maybe that’s what helped Hunter S. Thompson write this ballsy cover letter. Anyway, I’d love to have such balls (and talent).
Applying for a . . . → Read More: Now THIS is a Cover Letter!