My Desire to Shoplift Comes from Privilege

I know that white privilege exists in the US and that I’m it’s beneficiary. Denying that fact would be absurd. It’s unlikely that I’ll change it much in my lifetime and I’m never sure if I’m a fool for not taking advantage of it more or a jerk for not declining the nice things I get. It’s good to be me, though admittedly it would be easier to be a man. White men in America have it easy (though some of that is assumption since I’ve never been a man). …

That Saturday Night When We Bought Not-John a Drink

Laurie and Sean moved to San Francisco. Laurie likes the weather there, Sean likes the work there and I like nothing about the move. Not one thing. In fact I’m still having abandonment issues. Shortly after they moved Laurie was celebrating her birthday and I wanted to fly up for the weekend but my schedule didn’t allow. I couldn’t let Laurie’s birthday pass because it’s a big one. Every birthday is a big one I suppose. So I called for a flower delivery. I did the same thing I do …

Getting Pitched by a Fake Employee

This morning I got an email about a stealth startup. It was fishy and I wondered aloud (by aloud I mean on Facebook) who would answer an email like this. It’s not horrible that Amanda is asking for me to work for them without knowing what the product is. It’s not horrible that Amanda sent me a form email and couldn’t even format things correctly. The deal breaker is that Amanda clearly doesn’t exist. You see I clicked over on that LinkedIn profile because on the off chance that Amanda …

The Madame Next Door

Facebook is wonderful if, like me, you were raised in an eccentric town during a remarkable era. Simply looking at photos of old classmates can send you back in time. Manhattan Beach in the 70’s was a bastion of suspended childhood. Shoes and shaving were completely optional. If you were lucky enough to get your turn in the front seat you were just as likely to lose it to a hitch hiker. Which never made sense to me. It seemed to me that they were lucky to get the ride …

Quick, Guard the Virginity! Who Cares About Her Dignity!

This morning I was on TV once again having a ridiculous discussion about Barbie The Sex Toy. In a stroke of genius Mattel is providing Sports Illustrated with 1,000 wraps for their swimsuit issue. The wraps feature Barbie so that instead of seeing this: You’ll see this: Keeping in mind that Sports Illustrated had a circulation of just over 3 million last year these 1,000 promotion wraps sure are getting a lot of attention. The predictable complaint is that Barbie is now sexualized. I’m confounded by this. Just how is …