I couldn’t resist the latest trend, the one that I can’t ignore these days, the absurdity that is the asexuality movement as my first substantive post about our culture of overcorrection. The antecedents for this mashup of juvenile straight-edgery, prudery, and feminist kvetching about the male gaze have been percolating…

The Rub — Inaugural Post To die, to sleep, No more. And by a sleep, to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to — ’tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. …

In college I had a friend who couldn’t refrain from porny puns, renaming things, just about everything, with erotic innuendo. The sexual spoonerism was non-stop. Every hyped watering hole was a spankeasy (instead of a speakeasy). At the local Thai joint, he worried the Red Curry Dick wasn’t big enough…

HOW GENERATION X TAUGHT ME TO BE A FREE SPEECH ABSOLUTIST Don’t relinquish the victories of the ‘80s Gesha-Marie Bland Those who expect to reap the blessings of freedom must, like men, undergo the fatigue of supporting it. Thomas Paine, “The American Crisis” As a free speech absolutist for most…

“…the small, shrewd eyes of an elephant. She was shining black, pure African, devoted to her last drop of blood…” “…her kind black face sad with the uncomprehending sadness of a monkey’s face…” - “Gone With the Wind,” Margaret Mitchell With the 94th Academy Awards ceremony just days away, we’ve…

I can’t remember much about The Single Patriarch, not even his name. I can’t remember if he was a widower or divorced. I can’t remember if his two sons were twins or not. I can’t remember what he did, how to characterize his personality, or how he smelled. …

Bad writing. Bad reading. And Bots. #ScreenwritingTwitter is fun if you don’t take it seriously. I rarely participate, though I confess to monitoring it. Should slug lines be bolded, should camera angles be cued up with the 1st person plural POV or omniscient third-person narration, should one spazz out with…

I Will Not Be Kamala Harris’ Cheerleader The obscene gratuity of ‘firsts’ This time four years ago, on Christmas Eve, I dutifully bought tickets to “Vice,” Adam McKay’s portrait of 43rd’s Sith OverLord, Vice-President Dick Cheney. The mashed-up bits of drama and satire outlined the silhouette of a powerful man…

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