It's not too late to save yourself. You, too, can quit watching Oprah.
It's not too late to save yourself. You, too, can quit watching Oprah.
I'm an ardent advocate of civil liberties and all, but couldn't we have these people sterilized or something?
I think most of us would agree that this loss has not been good for us, and it's nice to think that bringing it back could cure so many of our ills. But as the columnist himself hints at near the end of the piece, it's a lot more complicated than that. The diappearance of the dinner hour isn't the cause of the loss of family cohesion but the result of it.
Prudes on the West Coast. Who'da thunk it? "It's wiping out an entire industry in Seattle." So sad.
I thoroughly enjoyed the two-part Bob Dylan documentary on PBS Monday and Tuesday nights, although it seems odd that all the recent Dylanmania focuses on his first few years when he's had a career lasting more than 40 years. There's a reason for such '60s wallowing, as post-boomer critic David Greenberg points out in a Slate article:
Would you believe Don Adams was run over by a rabid elephant? No? Would you believe he fell into a gravel pit? No? Well, would you believe he just got old and died? His goal was to die when nothing else was going on, so he could get better play. Missed it by THAT much.
No phone calls tonight or tomorrow night, OK?
We've always cussed, we always will:
Every language, dialect or patois ever studied, living or dead, spoken by millions or by a small tribe, turns out to have its share of forbidden speech, some variant on comedian George Carlin's famous list of the seven dirty words that are not supposed to be uttered on radio or television.