Male Archetype #48, or, Rocking the Walrus
I recently asked a fellow blogger, Paul the Irrelephant, to justify his stylistic existence. In particular, I wanted him to explain his beret and his walrus-ian facial hair after he wrote a post comparing his look to the beret-sporting, walrus-moustache-having look of...Whadya Got?
Recently, a dude friend and I were comparing gyms (I’ve returned to the YMCA fold, having come to the conclusion that all gyms suck but the Y sucks less.) and he told me this story: He was in the locker room of the Y in Nothampton, MA a couple of years ago and...The Humming Is Real
I’ve been thinking about Jamie’s essay Peep Show, and for some reason I keep coming back to the question of whether there could have been a real, if not necessarily deep, connection between Jamie and "Sassafras," his favorite dancer at the Lusty...Woman Up, You Little Count
As I’ve confessed previously, I have this masochistic habit of listening to sports talk radio. In part, I just like to hear voices besides the ones in my head while I drive alone, and I sometimes tire of the Cory Flintoff and the rest of the NPR crowd and their...E-Edition
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