After years of discovery and pondering, I have come to the clear decision that my favorite age of life for me, and for everyone else, is in The Year Twenty-Six. We aren’t in the Mozart Syndrome era yet — 26 is the imperfect and unsafe conflation of beauty and minding and of destruction and dismay.
The first exposure that I had to James Franco came in the Spiderman movie series. He went from serious to romantic, humorous to evil in the course of a few hours — back and forth, embodying the different moods of a person from one movie to another. I was quite impressed with him then and I was happy to see him in other movies.
Today, I recall a certain discussion I recently had with old friend and long time mentor, Dr. Howard Stein. Howard was sharing a story about a former student who, frustrated with her progress at the end of the semester, confronted Howard after class at his lectern and asked in a loud voice that the rest of the class could hear, “What do you want from me?!”
In a delightful — and necessary — sign of a furious protest, students in New Jersey left their classrooms yesterday and took to the streets to reject the absolute decimation of their schools by newly elected governor Chris Christie. Christie cut $820 million from the schools in an effort to keep a campaign promise to reduce spending. The protest was inspired by, and directed through, a Facebook movement to fight back against an unfair budget axe.
Yale University just released a new mandate governing morality and values on campus between a horny faculty and a titillated undergraduate student body.
Should we be surprised to read in the New York Times this morning that disabled students are spanked more than their average peers?
We fully support the douchebags! You can’t insult people online and
expect to escape unpunished. A “douchebag” — is never a compliment —
for it is the empty container of fluid used to flush clean a woman’s
vagina. There’s no mistaking the insult of being a limp, used up,