Some of my observations lately have been a little crabby, I've noticed, and I've realized that what disturbs me --bigger picture-- is the spectre of loosening standards and cultural norms. Oh, hell, it's more than a spectre. It's a fact. And what's also a fact is that I think standards are . . .
This post has an adult theme. If this offends you, please do not go further. Back in the day, pin-up girl Bettie Page became famous for photos with a BDSM theme. There was no naughtier girl in the early to mid-1950s. It's ironic that such a repressed age would produce . . .
This is the first in a sporadic series I'm calling "The emperor has no clothes." Let me start by saying that menopausal women who write about menopause are doing a great service. Some of the changes that arrived with "the change" were a surprise to me, and I thought I was pretty well-informed. So . . .
This is a post every blogger should read. There was a day when kissing and telling was impolite. Apparently, those days are long gone, along with so many other aspects of good taste. This week (and I am writing this months in advance of posting) I read two blog posts that I think exceeded . . .
Happy birthday to ME! And trust me, I plan to have a really good one! I awakened from the nightmare of youth a long time ago, thank God. Age has brought with it the blessing of clarity about so many things and is still illuminating my life. We're never too old to grow and learn. One thing . . .
National (and individual) conversations about racism, homophobia and bigotry have amped up this week, starting with the Paula Deen deposition and on to the invalidation of a key part of the Voting Rights Act and, of course, the happy news that the Supreme Court has ruled that the Defense of Marriage . . .
The scene: Group of women of a certain age, in car coming back from a day in the city discussing this riveting 21st century topic. With much hilarity. If you thought cybersex was awkward, can you imagine trying to peck out sexy talk on your smart phone? she asked, and the car's . . .
The juice truck was parked on a busy Manhattan street with this eye-catching display of vegetables. So, of course, what's a girl to do, but take a photograph? "That'll be two dollars!" yelled the enterprising entrepreneur from inside the truck, and he was serious. "I'm not paying two dollars to . . .
"Remember back in the mid-1970s, when women's groups would hand out little plastic speculums and we'd all get together and examine ourselves and each other?" I asked a girlfriend my age the other day. We laughed. "What we were thinking?" Oh, we young feminists were so earnest as we gazed into one . . .
Anne Lamott wrote a hilarious account of a year she spent on Match.com. A veteran of the online dating site, myself, I enjoyed her well-wrought description of her dates and some of the anecdotes brought back amusing memories. But, here's what else 58-year-old Lamott wrote: In four-fifths of . . .