Watching the Oscars on Sunday night was enlightening. It illuminated a lot of vast and abstract concepts, like what grade of Plaster of Paris Angelina’s upper-upper thigh consists of. And how bizarre — and red — Nick Nolte has become. Between smearing vanilla ice cream on the play table and yelling into pillows, Drew and…   read more

If there’s any iconic character in American TV that epitomizes boundless energy, it’s Cosmo Kramer from Seinfeld. Peter Goddard of The Toronto Star has observed, “[Kramer's personality] is hard to pin down. A New York Times profile described Kramer as ‘cartoonlike’ in a piece with a headline calling him ‘Seinfeld’s craziest neighbor’…But he’s more than…   read more

In 2003, Jack Nicholson was nominated for an Academy Award for his title role in About Schmidt, a movie about Warren Schmidt, the haggard Nebraska retiree struggling to make sense of life after the sudden death of his wife. In the midst of adjusting to his new reality, Schmidt sees a television commercial asking for…   read more

Before you turn 30, swimsuit shopping can only have one of two possible effects: 1. Deep shame, self-flagellation and compulsive queso consumption. Or 2. Self-worship and quiet happy dances behind the dressing room curtain. There is no in-between. Swimsuits divide the heart, joints and marrow, revealing your true essence. Kind of like the Bible. Have…   read more

Sex. Sex. Sex. There, do I have your attention? Or am I competing with reruns of Entourage in the background? I realize my blog a couple of weeks ago about the placenta brooch might have been a turn-off for my male readers (I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t want to grab a cosmo and dish…   read more

(Chatter letter from the editor, May 2011) But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed. Isaiah 53:5 Prince William and Catherine Middleton just got married, by the way. Just in case you have been…   read more

Texas and San Francisco are tied, 2-2, bottom of the third. This is where we begin this blog. I am sitting on my couch on Wednesday night watching the first game of the World Series. Under normal circumstances, you are very unlikely to find me sitting at home watching baseball on TV of my own…   read more

Doesn’t this weather just make you want to cry salty tears of joy? To quote Rachel Zoe, “I die!” I DIE! Love, love, love me some 70-degree breezes, and that melancholy fall sunlight that suddenly reminds you to visit a pumpkin patch and dig your corduroys out of the cedar closet. We can breathe, finally….   read more

In international news this week, which includes Lady Gaga’s infamous meat purse, my baby boy turned three years old. Wait, was the meat purse last week? Haven’t been at the gym and am behind on my tabloids. Not only is Drew three — which sounds ancient and wizened — but Madeline was TWO MONTHS OLD…   read more

There are many things in life I don’t understand. Like, why people purchase those little dog-shaped signs for their yards — you know the ones — where the dog is squatting and the word “no!” is written across him, so neighbors passing by won’t let their pug Maximus deface the St. Augustine. But which is…   read more