Monthly Archives: January 2011

Making It Work: Leggings

Okay. Say it with me. Leggings are NOT pants. No. They are not. Leggings are, in fact, more closely related to tights than pants. Here’s an easy tip for you. I should neither see your ASS nor your CROTCH while you are wearing them. Let’s keep pants a labia-free zone….

A Tale of Four Teeth.

My surgeon told me that I remind him of Tina Fey and that if I needed to page him over the weekend I should just tell them that it’s Tina calling. He assured me that this was a compliment. Not like that one time he told a patient that she…

Yes, Virginia, That IS the Sound of Mark Twain Turning Over in His Grave.

My maternal grandfather, my Zayde, was born in Eastern Europe, in a little place called Galicia, which I believe, at the time, was part of Poland. He lived in a ghetto. He survived the Dachau concentration camp and emigrated to Canada in the early 1950s with nothing but his Auschwitz-survived…