Things That Prove the Great Lion Turtle Loves Me: Here We Are. An exploration of feminism for all. It finally feels like the needle is steadily moving. We seem to have moved beyond the reluctant starts, the false starts, and the abrupt stops of yesteryear. The only sign that my hope may be false is that we are holding actors and comedians to higher standards than the highest office. Shouldn't there be one standard? Nick Robinson. If I’m being honest, I have something of a cru

Since my reading apocalypse rolls on, I decided to limit my weekly book consumption to two. It's left me time to watch a bit of the old television, which turned out to be a revelatory experience because fun fact, I am also experiencing a television watching apocalypse. Let me give you a for instance. I loved CW’s The Flash. Season 1 was delicious and wonderful and awesome. Each subsequent season has been exponentially worse. I think I’ve figured out Greg Berlanti’s master pla

I’ve been grumpy. I don’t know if you’ve noticed. Well, I’m not grumpy anymore. Yes, my reading apocalypse continues, but some bright spots have occurred. My reading life is like living in a town overrun my vampires. If you can make it until sunrise, the good books, things don’t look so bleak. No matter, I’ve turned a corner. I’m loving Iove at the moment. Well, not only at the moment, I always love my family, and I always love my love. Specifically, my mind has turned toward