Welcome to My Universe

For my inaugural blog post, I’ve decided to refer you, my almost certainly nonexistent readers, to my latest column, "Pomegra-Nation," in which I explain how it is that the pomegranate, very recently a fruit celebrated almost exclusively by swarthy people and hippies, has become the hippest fruit in the land. A taste of my pomegranatine brilliance: As to why Starbucks, Nantucket Nectars and others are hopping on board...

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I'm a bad feminist, I think

I happened by alternet.org yesterday and was forced to confront, once again, what I like to call the Amy Goodman Conundrum — named after the intrepid but unfortunately dowdy host of Democracy Now!. In truth, it’s only a conundrum for the small class of otherwise left-leaning people who think it’s a great deal of fun to brutally critique the aesthetic of left-wing activists. Yes, I know that Amy G. (as she was known...

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The Beta Test Post

Welcome beta-testers, You are the proud, the few, the exclusive coterie of friends and associates of The Dexter (as I’ll henceforth be known) who’ve been given the rare opportunity to beta-test my new blog (pardon me, "The Dexter’s new blog"). There isn’t too much to work with so far, but The Dexter would encourage you to travel back in time to The Dexter’s first two posts — the...

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I'm a bad white man, I think

Take a tour with me of Salon.com?s four-part viral video festival of the ridiculosity of Cynthia McKinney, the soon to be ex-congresswoman from Georgia?s fourth congressional district (the fightin? fourth, as my good friend Steve Colbert would say). After it?s over, we?ll reconnoiter to consider the implications of making fun of obnoxious, narcissistic black women when they’re annoying in ways that have...

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I'm not entirely clear on why the caged bird sings

Following up on yesterday’s post, in which I mused on the moral-political implications of making fun of Cynthia McKinney, the black-female-congresswoman-who-shall-not-be-asked-for-identification, I offer this passage from ?Saint Maya,? John McWhorter?s review of a memoir by Maya Angelou (pictured left). McWhorter, I should note, has made something of a career of being the black guy who makes white people feel less guilty for the...

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Re-Publishing Myself, To Great Acclaim

In case you missed the print edition, here’s my most recent column. It’s pretty brilliant, though not quite as brilliant as the time I was doing Jager shots with Elton John and he improv-ed a version of Candle in the Wind that was all about me. It seems to me you live your life like a Dexter in the wind. Never knowing what to turn to when the sitcom ends. Now that was brilliant. This is good too. RECONSIDERING MEL...

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