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Category Archives: Etiquette
This is for anyone who’s asked me for ANYTHING in the last three years in social media and|or Life and who hasn’t said thank you. If that means you, you’re seeming like an entitled asshat, and here’s why. Let’s have a chat. If you have a question about cooking, something you need help on or want [...]
Problems with Twitter exist on a few levels. Most of them occur because it’s high school all over again. It’s popularity contests and bragging and teasing and everything else you thought you’d left behind as a grown up. Turns out? The high-school-asshat-inside never really grows up. Unfortunately — it’s a high school that is AWESOME for [...]
I had a classic big ol’ Twitter fight with an insensitive fuckwit last night, who I haven’t blocked because I’m not in Grade 5 anymore, but it basically came down to me saying, “No, I’m not coming out because I need some time to myself.” Long story short: I’ve been up at 5 the last [...]
I tweet incessantly on Twitter. Most of us know this by now. I also, inexplicably, will hit 1,300 followers probably before the weekend is through. I follow little over 300, quite a few of whom don’t follow me. Whatever. So why don’t I follow you? Well, it’s not about you, is it? It’s about me getting [...]
Take note men. Even the President gives his coat to his woman when she’s a little chilly. In this cute shot taken by the White House photographer on the way to a ball Inauguration night, Michelle’s given his coat because she’s a cold. I love this shot. Love, love, love. Chivalry might be dead, but maybe, [...]
I refused to give my “partner” head last weekend. This came as a shock. Having been somewhat drunk on good red wine, I had a good excuse. Truth is, it was an excuse. Somehow, in all my writing, I’ve apparently made it sound like sitting around with a penis in my mouth is about the [...]