Show me the guts …
My MONEY magazine subscription came with an article on how to marry a billionaire. I don’t know. Color me new-fashioned, but shouldn’t MONEY be telling me how to make my own money, not latch on to someone because of his? Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not averse to dating men with money. And I’ve […]
The perfect relationship
Last year, a really nice man I had met at a holiday party invited me out for a drink. I met him, we chatted; we parted after an hour. He called me the next week to invite me for dinner and I had a choice: tell one of those oxymoronic “white lies” or tell him […]
Last night … Socrates and Sex steamed up the Sarasota News & Books!
Here are my notes from last night’s talk at Sarasota News & Books … I also spoke extemporaneously a bit about the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan … but the text below is the gist of what was discussed.
Got a Question for MC?
This Thursday, July 23, I’ll be speaking, reading, and taking questions (and of course, signing copies of my book Sideways in Sarasota) from the audience during a book event at Sarasota News & Books. The shindig begins at 7 pm — I, along with another Creative Loafing contributing columnist — Theresa Rose — will be […]
Sovereignty, self, and suicide
Sir Edward Downes, 85, one of Britain’s most distinguished orchestra conductors, and his wife, Joan, 74, who was ill and dying, assumed sovereignty over their own mortal beings as their ultimate right when they chose recently to end their lives together via assisted suicide. But they had to leave their UK homeland, where such suicide […]
Boomer and the butterfly
And all men kill the thing they love . . . — Oscar Wilde, the ballad of reading gaol Tonight, the story of Boomerang and the Butterfly. I was walking Boomer, as I always do. Taking him out for his evening air, his nightly stretching of the legs, sniffing of the air, the remembrance of […]
Blacklisting blackberry-heads and canceling cell phone companions
The next time a client or an editor or a so-called friend, or god forbid a man who has asked me out, or anyone who is sitting at a table or barside with me for whatever reason even THINKS about answering a cell phone (at the table) or even MAKES A MOVE toward a frickin’ […]
Feeling warm and fuzzy for Father’s Day? Um, not so much.
Somebody asked me today if Father’s Day was difficult for me since I don’t really have one. “Nah,” I replied, “Not really.”
The day the media died
American Pie is just about the most perfect song ever written or sung. So, it’s with a bit of trepidation that I watched the following video — hate to see such next-to-godliness blasphemed. But honestly, I think maybe this little ditty does AP justice in some perfectly perverse 2009 way. And just for the record. […]
Sarasota firemen rescue MC and her cats!!!
Two kind of drop-dead, gorgeous, sexy, and sweet firemen just left my house. Okay, they left my driveway, but still … it was very close.