My parents thought it was bad parenting to teach children to believe in invisible men that break and enter homes through chimneys once a year in tacky red suits to give overpriced gadgets to unappreciative children, but I think the gentlemen in red is entirely responsible for this. Mac and Dee of “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia” are opening a real bar in the City of Brotherly Love. I live here! And I’m going to go to Mac and Dee’s bar! Keep reading »
I’m excited to be spending the holidays with my husband in our own apartment this year, but I’m nervous as well. Some things are familiar: we have the menorah next to the Christmas tree because of our jumbled-up religious backgrounds. Though, while the scent of pine needles and frying latkes are appropriately nostalgic, everything else will be new.
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Last weekend, I went to see a friend’s college performance of the Count in “The Marriage of Figaro.” He was absolutely lovely even as his character was a booby-touching, wife-abandoning, serial cheater with jealousy issues. That’s what makes it funny that his big song is about the wily and seductive ways of women. But there is something to that — we do have some mystical lady power. This is how you can employ your feminine wiles without any of this nonsense about breasty clothes, expensive hair, or even sex itself … Keep reading »