A recent 30-second stint next to a lowered Honda at a stoplight prompted this piece on why my generation is the coolest generation.
The Grammys always suck. Back in 2010, they sucked more than usual, with Taylor Swift butchering “Rhiannon” and the tribute to Michael Jackson.
My dictatorial ban list. Hint: books aren’t on it.
My review of Thomas L. Friedman’s sham of a book “The World Is Hot, Flat and Crowded.” I did not read it.
My review of the laughable film “Sex And The City.” I did not see it.