Of all the questions I’m asked about the 50-for-50 Project, the one that comes up most frequently is definitely “Why the hair?” Sometimes it comes up in the context of context—i.e., What the hell does shaving your head have to do with raising money for WriteGirl?—which I can understand. More on that in a bit, although [...]
Feminism
The BF and I went to dinner tonight with the Happy Couple, an impromptu sort of a thing, as we all worked up a mighty hunger looking at yet another example of moderately-priced Los Angeles real estate. So many abound! Anyway, we went to a neighborhood joint, The BF’s neighborhood, which ain’t the ‘hood, but [...]
I make no secret of my age. (46, and if you haven’t wished me a “happy” yet, feel free to!) I’m up front about my struggles to get organized, to get happy, to get my bowels in working order. So why, oh, why am I having such a problem letting my hair go gray? A [...]
After my recent stumping for the sisterhood, this is going to sound like a reversalist smackdown, but a story in this Sunday’s LA Times (I know, I know, but I like the ritual of fresh comics in bed) set me off. Big time. And I tried to ignore it, really, I did, but here I [...]
My friend, Mary Ellen, and I go way back to my advertising days; she was one of the first people I met when I moved back to Chicago from New York, and I still make fun of how relentlessly and Midwesternly cheerful she was when she poked her head into my office for the first [...]
