Columnist | Santa Barbara, CA
I’m going to tell you a secret, but you have to promise it won’t leave this page. Because it’s kind of gross, and sure to damage my standing among the more hygienic members of society: I don’t floss. I just don’t. And I’m tired of apologizing for it.
A recent study shows that women’s style of dress changes throughout our menstrual cycles: We opt for more attractive outfits as we near ovulation, the time of the month when we’re most fertile.
Until this summer, I had never protested anything in my life. I hail from the Slacker generation, a group of jaded navel gazers so lazy that our loudest public outcry to date has been the collective ‘bummer’ mumbled the day Starbucks discontinued its Raspberry Mocha Chip Frappuccino. (Why? Why!)
I think we can all agree that candy is the devil’s work. That’s why we, in order to be good parents, must eat our kids’ candy before they do.
I hereby resign from the News-Press. And since you no longer control what I say and how I say it, I’m going to tell you why.
As the first school bell signals the end of summer, you may think your children have everything they need to start the year off right. But some stationery designers claim a kindergartner’s pencil case is incomplete without a stack of crisp kiddie calling cards.
