Do you read more blogs written by men or by women?
Is there a difference in tone, seriousness and intent between a blog written by a woman or a man?
Do men tend to read more blogs written by men — and women read more women blogs — or is the quality of the blog, and not the gender of the author, the driving force for entertainment and learning?
A city loses its innocence in increments — not in batches. I was alarmed to learn my hometown — Lincoln, Nebraska — recently had an incremental loss of its innocence blared in headlines and broadcast in frightened feelings. The incident happened between two strangers caught in the February chill on a Lincoln Public Schools bus. The city was irrevocably changed.
I love the Beatles. Their songs have informed the joys and the sorrows across the arc of my life.
One of the best Beatles songs is “Hey Jude” — written for Julian Lennon by Paul McCartney upon the dissolution of John Lennon’s first marriage — and I have always wondered about the meaning of a particular bit of lyric in that song.
In the old American West, the Saturday night bath was a ritual women, children and cowboys all enjoyed. They’d fill up a metal tub with warm water and take a bath in the order of least dirty to filthiest because each bather used the same bathwater as the person before them.
Are you a bath person?
Healthcare in the United States is broken. We have no Universal Healthcare Coverage. Even if you do have insurance that doesn’t mean you’re covered for what ails you. I have discovered you stand a better chance getting your body ethically healed if you have a virus or a heart problem or a bulging hernia — but if what ails you is a broken tooth or aching gums — the chances of you paying big money out-of-pocket, in addition to your 100% coverage, is the smiling monster looming in the gloaming of Unethical American Dentistry.
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