In third grade it was candy necklaces. By junior high you’d graduated to a hulking blue raspberry Ring Pop.
Unfortunately, with the passage of time, sucking on your jewelry has become less socially acceptable.
Laurice Curran’s designs, though not edible, ...
The next time someone stops you to ask for the time, don’t give it to them.
Because in all likelihood that’s not actually what they want to know.
What they really want to know is this: Why the hell are ...
High-maintenance highlights. Six-hour straightening rituals. Daily washes with extract-from-Swaziland-infused shampoo.
You and your hair have quite the tiresome relationship.
Still, it’s not like you can really break up with your own follicles. You can, however, stash them out of sight ...
Night after night you dutifully read (and reread) the great works of the kiddie canon. You can recite Goodnight Moon by heart. (In English and in Spanish.)
New material, you beg. Please. Preferably something that jives with your own taste, ...
He drools. He smells. And you’re forever picking up after him.
No, not your significant other. (Well, hopefully not, anyway.) Your dog, of course.
But despite his shortcomings, he only has to look at you with those pleading eyes and ...
Sharing a moniker is not always a good thing.
Spears, Gotti, and Jackson spring to mind.
But then in some instances it can work out just fine.
Take Lulu Frost. Though she’s no relation to the mischievous winter imp, her ...
You’re a creature of habit.
You’re family at your favorite restaurant, the deli guy knows exactly how much sugar you take in your coffee, and your hairdresser remembers your updo from prom. Change? That’s for your wallet.
Unless, of course, ...
You know how your mom always told you to wear nice underwear, just in case you got in an accident?
It’s comforting to know that the state of your panties would be her first concern under those circumstances.
But, heck, ...
