The world has officially become Bizarro. At least to me anyway, regarding women and sex. Recently, I was listening to an intriguing interview on The Howard Stern radio show with comedian Amy Schumer discussing her casual hook ups. It left me flabbergasted. And, not the reason you may think. I found the details and her comfort talking about her sexcapades, which her new movie Trainwreck (see photo above) is loosely based on, fascinating. BUT it was the reaction from Howard and other male callers from the show that was most astonishing. They DIDN’T seem disgusted. They wanted to know more!
Women have been getting their freak on more noticeably than ever, whether they are post high school, post college, or even residing in assisted living (more than half of men over age 60 and 40 percent of women, remain sexually active). Continue reading
Years ago, I was forced into becoming a professional foodie. My casual dining career suddenly upgraded with the launch of our new All-American bistro and, like most sales and marketing “experts”, I had to cram for finals, or in this case, our grand opening. With stacks upon stacks of Food & Wine issues to peruse, I learned two important facts: Coq Au Vin is French for “your entire day is f**ked” and Dana Cowin is obsessed with Portland, Oregon.
Since then, I’ve finally “mastered” the preparation of Coq Au Vin simply by purchasing a Dutch oven and use of vacation days (the restaurant biz can be brutal). Also, several years and few boyfriends later, I hopped a plane from the Steel City to finally visit Rip City. Continue reading
I am not Richie Cunningham nor do I have a wife named Oprah.(Pop culture reference.) I AM fortysomething and can be fabulous when blessed with enough boredom to shut my laptop and ignore social media alerts. Lately, these blessings are few and far between so I thought why not be even more fabulous and write as much as I read and scroll. I have come to terms that my unused B.A. in Journalism will not make me millions but, what the hell? Those student loan payments have to count for something! Continue reading
The flu kicked my ass. It’s been years since I was sick in bed and not able to move. In my mind, I was immune. Forever.
It hit like a Mack truck. One minute I was on the phone with a colleague discussing my future millions in selling waist bands that burn fat… and the next I am sprawled on the bed cradling my cranium. Hands, arms, and elbows, shooting with pain, wishing for death.
No, I did NOT get a flu shot. It’s not the measles or polio and there is NO CURE. I refuse to trust anything that “prevents” the inevitable. I’m a believer in the theory that too many anti-biotics or anti-whatever the fuck can cause the body to weaken and not put up a fight. I had faith that my trusted superpowers would hold true and fight the “mother effin” germs that had caused the apparent “epidemic” this season. (It’s all over the news but I’ve learned not to trust the media…and the internet…and Match.com. (Blog will follow soon.) Continue reading