Saturday, May 23, 2015


(She's scheduled for a pedicure tomorrow)

Wednesday, May 20, 2015


Yes, this is rude. If you're very sensitive, please visit Infomaniac.

Two Muslim mothers are comparing notes.
The older of the Muslim mothers pulls out her bag and starts flipping through family photos and reminiscing.
"This is my oldest son, Mohamed. He would have been 24 now."
The other Mom replies, "I remember him as a baby."
The first mother says, "He's a martyr now.
"Oh, that's so sad, my dear."
Then the first mother flips to another picture. "And this is my second son, Abdul. He would be 21.
"Oh I remember him. He had such curly hair when he was born."
The first mother sighs, "He's also a martyr.
"Oh gracious me!", says the second mother.
"And this is my third son ... my beautiful Ahmed! He would have been 18 this year."
"Yes ...", says her friend enthusiastically, "I remember when he first started school."
"He's also a martyr.", the first mother says. She sobs. Her eyes now fill with tears.
After a pause and a deep sigh, the second Muslim mother looks wistfully at the photos, gently lays her hand on the first woman's shoulder and says,
"They blow up so fast, don't they?"

Tuesday, May 19, 2015


In last Sunday's New York Times Magazine, "A Thousand Cuts" explained the art of shade and reading. I was thrilled to read the author's opening; the infamous shade that Aretha Franklin threw on Patti LaBelle at the White House last year

It was a great article, explaining the form & its beginnings. What I have here is a snippet from an ancient, "To Tell The Truth." Though I'm not certain of its date, I'm positive it's from the early 60s. I just stumbled upon this by accident a while back, but set it aside. I knew it would come in handy one day. So, Peggy always gave off a butchy vibe (yes, I know she was married). Were us queens throwing shade (and calling it that) back in that day?