Recently, Mr. Belinkie had the brilliant idea of writing a post about that ubiquitous insult, “douchebag,” but he thought I, being the “resident third wave feminist,” should have the honors. In reality, I hadn’t really thought much about the word…
At the best of times, there’s only one toilet on the International Space Station. As of last week, they’re down to zero. I am not making this up. The crewmembers have been reduced to collecting their leavings in plastic bags.…
I’ve seen this commercial a couple of times now, and I can’t get over how deeply, deeply weird the subtext is. Look, I tend to read too much into commercials. I’m the first to admit that. But sometimes a cigar…
