As most of you know, who aren’t toothless imbeciles still glorying in the day when Grandaddy Bush sent you three hundred bucks, Boston has been host to the Democratic National Convention this week. And aside from Clinton’s dazzling speech “TCB, Takin’ care of business, baby” and an amazing speech by tv’s Brak, it was surprisingly [...]
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Monthly Archives: July 2004
Love at first sight
Faustus posted this hilarious link to Lurid Digs, which showcases the decorating inadequacies of amateur gay porn. Needless to say, you may not wish to open this at work, although the first page is tame enough. These hopeless people and their overstuffed naugahyde couches reminded me of a depressing hobby from a few years back. [...]
Cut it out!
Poor Mary-Kate Olsen. Now that she’s out of her treatment program, I would like to personally apologize to her for going to a Halloween party as “Mary-Kate and Ashley: After the Laughter” five years ago. A friend and I wore pigtails and matching pink marabou trimmed tops, which we purchased at Kids ‘r’ Us. We [...]
Friends like these
Dear Kitty Winn, I’m always on the outside looking in. I try to get people to like me, by making sure to say friendly hellos several times a day and buying them gifts. If I see a friend online, I always chat them up and involve them in my life. But even though I give [...]
Stocky
Dear Ethicist: If my client’s organization is populated by ugly people, is it insulting to present comps featuring stock photography of the attractive? Why is there no “FrumpBank” for images of the appearance challenged? Surely the ugly people of America want to see people just like them getting their oil changed, lounging on carpet, or [...]
A Visit from the Germans
Six o’clock Saturday morning found me seated on my bed, eating olives, fresh from another crazy tequila night at Violet and A’s place. Just as I was sliding into some paranoid dream involving robots and spilling olive oil onto my bed, my phone rang and it was Anne, my roommate from Berlin. She is Das [...]
Out there
Yesterday I went to the airport. Mr. H and I watched planes take off, and we had chowder. There is a recording of the mayor’s voice playing over the moving walkways from central parking. You can hardly tell what he’s saying. Something about art and food. Maybe. Mummmm mmmm mumm mumm AHT mmmm mum. After [...]
Newsworthy
Last night Mr. H and I went to the Lowell Folk Festival. Folk is the city’s code for “ethnic,” so there weren’t any jugbands playing or cut outs of farmers bending over for sale. We ate delicious meats on sticks and listened to a singer who sounded just like Tom Waits. We enjoyed ourselves unironically. [...]
Lifting the Skirt On Fashion
The joy of underpants does not belong to man alone. Who knows how long this celebration of underwear will go on?! Licketysplit and I have been popping our corks all day long. Share:
Underwear, it’s everywhere. But mostly underneath.
UnderFest 2004 continues! Some underwear facts, via Freshpair.com: It would take nearly 7.5 trillion pairs of men’s large briefs to cover Texas. To put that in perspective, that’s enough underwear to wrap around the earth 179,115 times. During the 1700s women and men wore chemises, which were elongated shirts with short sleeves. Underpants were not [...]








