… Well, no. Not exactly. I have limitations regardless of my developed immunity to Kryptonite. One such limitation is that I am not a man. I can never be a man. And despite what my Feminist Theory professor believed, I can’t replace a man. This limitation prevents me from being a father. I can’t even pretend to be one. If you are a single mother pretending to be both mother and father to your child, stop it. Stop it now.... Read more

… I mean, if you must. source. Seen at Mrs. Ironic’s. Read more

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… the world is going mental! Pray for London, be careful where you get your news, and be thankful for our 2nd amendment. Many are saying we are witnessing a preview of the violent activity that is to come to the US. Flash mob violence is already here. What I fear from all this media exposure is that the crazies on my side of the pond are watching London and taking notes. Charlotte, NC is a host city for the... Read more

… in the past I’ve been accused of having a martyr complex. If I do, it’s only because I really really want to make it to Heaven and I will welcome any sure shot I can get. Martyrdom is the quickest route, or so I hear. Remember that heart attack I had during mass and how pissed I was I didn’t get whisked to glory straight away after receiving Communion? I mean, come on! I was *so* close. That means... Read more

… Flowers and Fruit c.1911-12 Just a little something vibrant and pretty to look at before I rip out all my hair in violent frustration. It’s been an unbelievably hectic and stressful week. Now if you’ll excuse me, I believe it’s Happy Hour. Read more

… not to beat a dead horse, and WYD has been “done” to death, but I really want to hear from people who have actually attended one of these hurrahs. I’m going to be frank here, looking at the videos on YouTube, the event looks more like a Life Teen mass on steroids…. with acid. All three of which I am adamantly against. The videos that circulate the internet don’t look like anything Catholic I’ve ever seen. There is nothing... Read more

… this week has been a rather unfortunate one, full of mishaps and malfunctions. Last week, a perfectly nice gentleman I was acquainted with asked me to join him for dinner. I happily accepted. We exchanged numbers and asked him to call me to work out the finer details. I had a date. Aw. This sounds like the beginning of a happy story, doesn’t it? Well, it’s not. Remember whose blog you’re reading. What follows is a true recollection of... Read more

… I decided to run some errands on my lunch break and check out a local art supply store. It wasn’t till I realized that nothing about my surroundings looked familar did I conclude I was lost. Luckily I had foresight enough to write down the phone number to the store. Here is what happened next: Dude: “‘Sup. Pretentious Hipster Art Supply Place Serving Only Cool People Covered in Tats and Piercings. Whatcha need?” [I didn’t want to be derogatory... Read more

… unless you are crazy. Then I can’t help you because there’s no hiding crazy. Mrs. Fisher has an excellent piece that includes tips on writing well. Most of her advice is for those intelligible writers who write professionally. Or at least the bloggers and writers who aspire to be regarded as such and whose goal is reader comprehension. I have no such aspirations. Obviously. The best advice is her final advice; “If you find yourself using emoticons, chop your... Read more