“Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?” Destiny’s Child asked in “Independent Women, Pt. 1,” a runaway hit from the Charlie’s Angels (2000) soundtrack, and it’s a question we’re still asking all these years later. At the end of last week’s Black Death post, I singled out Kate Jackson fans for their humor and …
There’s a “Big Yellow Taxi” situation currently unfolding in my family, except it has nothing to do with environmentalism and everything to do with drama. Normally we’re a pretty staid bunch, so some of my relatives are really struggling with this — their bodies are rejecting what’s happening. It’s a tricky thing to write about …
In the wee small hours of the morning, after I’ve been roused by strange noises, strange intestines, strange movements, or strange music, I often think about my dog. Muriel’s sleep is deep enough that on my own sleepless nights I can (quietly) move around a bit upstairs, as long as it’s not yet 4 am. …
Have you ever looked across a crowded room and spotted a stranger and fallen so hopelessly in love that it’s like a conductor struck up an orchestra in your heart and “Some Enchanted Evening” began to play? That’s never happened to me with a woman, but for many years it was how I felt about …
Though the Twirl review remains overdue at Cranky Lesbian, I wanted to check in and say that I’m fine. My shoulder has been in bad shape, which is frustrating. But I’m almost done with a spate of home improvement project meetings that have sopped up whatever free time I’ve had lately that wasn’t spent rubbing …
When Crankenstein was still in training, we used to fantasize about how our lives might change once she was an attending physician. We wouldn’t be tied to any one place geographically, as you are during medical school, residency and fellowship, and her compensation would increase dramatically, allowing us to finally make progress on her staggering …
“We could not talk or talk forever and still find things to not talk about,” Jennifer Coolidge’s character says of conversation with her husband in Best in Show, and that is how I feel about most people. As a teen, my parents and brother often chided me for my (excessive, in their view) introversion and …
Debate is raging within my household this week about whether I was recently (and accidentally) exposed to poison ivy while yanking weeds from our yard. I am inclined to say ‘no,’ while Crankenstein says the answer is very much ‘yes.’ Now I hear the strains of suspenseful music every time I sense the faintest itch. …
When my wife and I first started spending the night together, I had minimal knowledge of her troubled history with sleep. She cautioned that once she took her night meds she’d be zonked out, which indeed was the case, but she judiciously omitted a few piquant details that I’d have to encounter myself in due …