I Only Show Up for the Lashes

Earlier today I was on HLN’s Prime News talking about three chicken nuggets. There’s a story in the news of bureaucracy gone bad (is there any other sort of bureaucracy story to tell?). A four year old girl in a state run (or perhaps funded) daycare had her lunch taken away because it didn’t include a vegetable. She had a turkey and cheese sandwich, a banana, a bag of chips and an apple juice. The cafeteria worker took the child’s lunch away and told her that it wasn’t nutritionally complete …

Eyelashes

In the months before I met Mr G I dated two Steves and a Stockbroker. The stockbroker was crazy about me, and I didn’t mind him. He was fun to go places with. Places like dinner and nightclubs. He was a recovering alcoholic so he could always drive. I didn’t dislike him, but there was no chemistry on my end. Until he started being adorable. He batted his eyelashes when he’d say something funny or controversial. Like a girl. Not like a woman, like a girl child. I was thinking about the …