He Said What?
Just when we think the news can’t get any weirder… From the Justins’ hoodies to the Girl Scouts’ tasty lesbo commie cookies.
Just when we think the news can’t get any weirder… From the Justins’ hoodies to the Girl Scouts’ tasty lesbo commie cookies.
Move over, New Orleans, with your sugared-dough-fried-in-fat beignets. Step aside, Philadelphia, with your Velveeta-dripping cheese steak sandwiches. Once again, Houston has been named the fattest city in America.
Are you enjoying the Republican debates as much as I am? It’s like watching a three-ringed circus featuring nothing but the elephants and their dung.
The last time I remembered having it on was at the Southern Park Mall.
What a year, what a year. 2011, or Apocalypse Eve, as The History Channel called it (before The History Channel became The Hey-Look-at-All-This-Crap-I-Have-in-My-Garage Channel) is almost gone
The first time I became aware of Colonel Margarethe Cammermeyer was in April of 1993, on the lawn in front of the Pentagon in Washington, DC.
Drop an egg on a sidewalk. These days, it won’t fry. It simply disintegrates, leaving behind an ashy little stain under a mini-mushroom cloud.
Regardless of our individual belief systems, we should all be thanking God that the story about presidential candidate Michele Bachmann and her not-gay husband’s reparative therapy clinic for homos has come out, so to speak, for proper scrutiny.
Dots and decapitation. Formerly the site of (what else?) a mattress factory, the Mattress Factory is one of Pittsburgh’s most popular contemporary art museums for the city’s avant-garde scene. Yayoi Kusama’s Infinity Dots Mirrored Room (1996) is one of MF’s permanent exhibitions, guarded here by random headless statuary.
Loyal readers of this column (thank you, friends) know that I spent the first 28 years of my life in the Midwest before fleeing for Texas to find my gay tribe.