Hey! Did you JUST LOVE that Gene Weingarten article from a year or two ago, about parents whose kids died in the back seats of their cars? I know: HI-LAR-IOUS! Right? Well, then you’re gonna love-love-LOVE Aleksandar Hemon’s piece in this week’s New Yorker (subscription required), in which he and his wife deal with his 9-month-old …
Continue reading “The Funniest, Saddest Thing I’ve Ever Read”
If you have kids, you have dirty clothes. Stains—disgusting, untraceable stains—stains that appear as if by magic, stains that appear as you watch, those ice-cream drips falling in super-slow-motion, almost as if you could stop them. Stains on their clothes, on your clothes, on stainless-steel countertops. (Whuh?) Stains from food, from dirt, from grass, from …
Dear Congressman Weiner, I know I’m a little late in writing to you. By now, we’re all hoping, the city and the country have moved on to other, more important things than the (your?) much-Twittered crotch shot. But on the off chance that everyone is still obsessed with it, I just wanted to tell you …
Antiperspirant doesn’t work. Man, when I think of all about how many pit-stained white shirts I’ve had to dispose of, I regret ever having believed that little word “antiperspirant” printed on the labels of all those canisters of Degree and Right Guard and whatever. Shit just doesn’t work; for decades I put it on, and …
Continue reading “Things My Dad Didn’t Tell Me, But That I’ll Tell My Kids: Perspiration Edition”
