I’m a smoker. Well, I used to be. I grew up in a household where my father and brother each smoked three packs a day of cigarettes. I grew up hating the smell, the dirt from the ashes, and the fact that my clothes smelled.
<i>Editor’s Note: The Quackers are three awesome ducks from the canals of Venice who are on a mission to educate the community about the dangers of global warming and the importance of practicing sustainability, all while surfing the most gnarly waves possible.
Adults using library computers to view pornography (called “perving”) has been an issue at our and other libraries across the country. Recent letters to the editor printed here and in other local publications have been critical of the Santa Monica Main Library for not doing more to prevent childr
With newspaper readership and circulation continuing to drop, more and more local newspapers are being forced out of business. However, as a recent poll by the Pew Research Center indicates: “Many of those who say the closing of the local paper wouldn’t make much, if any, difference in their communi
The University of Oklahoma’s Courtney Paris recently became the first four-time All-American in women’s college basketball history. That’s right, she played for four years, and she was an All-American every year.
Recently, Newsweek looked at Federal Election Commission records and made an intriguing discovery. The political action committees of five major recipients of federal bank bailout money, it found, made some $85,000 in campaign contributions in January and February, mostly to members of Congress sitt
During Dehli’s Fashion Week last month, two of the child stars from “Slumdog Millionaire” (best picture of 2008) walked the runway. At the time, Rubina Ali (Latika) and Mohammed Azharuddin Ismail (Salim) were still living in the Mumbai slum where they were discovered by casting agents.
In the 1950’s “The Amazing Criswell,” who looked like a combination of Liberace and Bela Lugosi, was a psychic on TV. On YouTube type “Criswell on Carson” to see how genuinely bizarre he was, and how genuinely funny Johnny Carson was.
After a particularly expensive four-day stretch recently (a four-figure bill from the IRS a week ago Saturday and the following Tuesday, a four-figure bill for a car repair that turned out to be misdiagnosed), I grinned when I saw the Tiffany Selections Spring 2009 catalogue in the mailbox.
In “Mencia cancellation leads to policy change,” page 1, March 30, reporter Melody Hanatani covered a program at which I spoke. I spoke as what I called a “representative for the First Amendment.
I am not a beautiful, rich, and famous white girl — and I don’t want to be one. As appealing as the job of Pop Princess or Hollywood Starlet might be, it comes at the expense of having a relatively normal love life.
Modern feminism is a joke without a punch line. It propounds the idiot-ology that women are just as equal as men in all aspects of life except within their chromosomal confines of cooking, cleaning and complaining.
