See here’s the thing about Matt that most of you don’t know — he’s fucking crazy. And no, I’m not talking about his drinking-with-child proclivities, or the fact when you say to him “Asian Market,” he sees “a romance … a festive, rainbow spirit” and not salmonella. No, I’m talking about the danger he’s willing …
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On Monday night, I came home after another long, two-week trip abroad and, like the last time around, I was worried. A month ago, when I went away, Sasha pretty much forgot who I was. Or, well, she had some vague idea, but was overall miserable—and that wasn’t really a great feeling for me. This …
I came across this piece in the Star-Ledger that on a brighter day would’ve perhaps added some sunshine to my step. But on this particular day, it made me want to castrate wallabies. It’s a guest column, I suppose, from a “career coach” (let’s just piss on the grave of journalism a bit more, thought …
I should start out by saying that there is no argument about the amount of childraising done by men and women. Even in this dual income world, where mothers bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, do the laundry, meet the sexual needs of their lazy-ass spouses, the expectations and the reality …
