Category: Madness

In Our Own Ways

TiVo and I watched “Glee” this morning at 5:15 a.m. Red rubber unitards and sex riots at 6 a.m. is enough to puncture anyone’s psyche. I am listening to something a lot less harmonic than Britney Spears while I drive these days. I am listening to Jim Fay’s contributions to the social parenting handbook and…

You Have to Be Taught

A  Guest Post by Contributor Ellen Hardy, written 9 years ago this week. “Careful the things you say, children will listen…” – Stephen Sondheim from Into the Woods At this terrible and troubling time in our nation’s history, a great fear of mine is that through our anger we will become like our enemy. Our…

Guilt: The Fruit of the Loom?

A guest post by New Haven writer Chris Dawson I bought new underwear this morning. Socks, too—both white and dark. And for good measure I threw in a ribbed blue tee shirt. Altogether it came to $45, give or take. And now here it is five hours later and I still feel guilty. I believe…

An Hour of UnShopping

I just got back from what I like to call “unshopping” — a painful and ludicrous part of consumer culture. This is when we de-stuff-ify ourselves. In this particular hour, I made four stops: To the church recycling dumpster, which takes cardboard and #5s, so I don’t have to throw them away. To return cans…

We All Deserve a Little Reset Button Now and Then

Yesterday I was writing a FANTASTICALLY brilliant post. My friend Jen posted the status “evolve” on Facebook and it really got me thinking. I was tapping away on WordPress’s QuickPress window, when I got interrupted by a chat from my nephew. We chatted about nothing. Cake and pizza. Then another chat popped up from Helen.…

The South End and The North End

My friend Bonnie wants to know what is wrong with our town. Well, I have an opinion about that. Here it is. The Pieces First, there are a bunch of us liberals that live in one area of town, up North here. We are mostly white, Judeo-Christians, or has-beens like me who jumped ship and…

My Own Personal A-Team

The truth is, we all need someone like Howlin’ Mad Murdock to swing in, now and then, in his robe and fluffy slippers to cause an awesome distraction while we eat the rest of the brownies. Or maybe someone like Face, to charm the pants off of manager in the grocery store. She won’t be…

News Flash: Man Slaughters Women, Mom to Blame

Straight up I can tell you the difference between men and women is epitomized in George Sodini, the American Media’s latest sweetheart. Here’s an attractive yet anti-social dude with some problems with women who used social media to record his issues, instead of getting the shrink he needed. This guy, who barely communicated to anyone…

What’s on My Desk Right Now

Since the recent addition to our life, every single flat surface has been overtaken with objects foreign, plastic and otherwise unnecessary to the progression of life as we’d known it. Or so I thought. However, small packages come with many bizarre and seemingly useless accessories, not the least of which are naked, anatomically-incorrect bald babies…

Knitting – The Anti-Rage Rage

So apparently, I’ve gotten quite hooked on this: It was a combination of the following influences: my Mom re-teaching me (about a year ago) to knit, in response to a bandage knitting project My friend Frisbie, who is a textile artist. She updated my skills as you can see here (though isn’t responsible for the…

Old Boyfriends Die Hard

Or… How to Not Feel Bad When an Ex Won’t Friend you On Facebook Here’s the story about a really OLD boyfriend of mine (a-long-time-ago OLD, not practically-dead OLD) that I think most of you will like. It’s kinda long, but I don’t think bullet points are appropriate, so suck it up. His name isn’t…

Dressing up for Mickey

… or Why I Wear My Hot Sexy Boots for A Gay Guy I Only See Once Every Eight Weeks Today I went through the torture ritual of getting dressed–prior to my haircut. There was a shower too, and shaving, and an awful lot of tweezing. I am off at 12:30 to see The Man–…