By Almie Rose
From the monthly archives:
Hi Gang, I’m back from NYC. And I’ve learned a few things. Mostly I’ve learned that I know nothing. A crumb of concern has dropped onto my plate. It appears that maybe I have more readers than I know about. And now I have to be careful about what I say. It stands to reason [...]
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Look at Warren Beatty. Do you think he got as many women as he did by dressing like Jon Hamm on his free days? Hell no. I’ve probably harped about this before but I am getting fed up with the way men of our generation dress when they go out. And by go out I [...]
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Big thank you to all four of you (no really, thanks) who commented on my last post on what you want/like about my blog. Apparently what you like is honesty. You like my honesty. You want the truth? Here’s the truth: The truth is, I’m sitting in my bathrobe right now. I’m sick. Yet I’m [...]
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“If you lived here and if this guy was older I would totally set you up with my boyfriend’s bandmate. He’s totally cute and sweet. Every time I hang out with him I love him more. BUT he’s 19.” “I’d still hit it. Pix?” “Uhhh.” What? Look I don’t want to entertain the idea of [...]
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This beautiful card was sent to me by one of my beautiful internet friends. Thank you BB. Now let’s get to the part of the post where I complain about men, totally ignoring the beautiful sentiment of the beautiful card. Here is something that I don’t understand. You 20-something men don’t want to be in [...]
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Hey buddy. Things aren’t looking so hot, are they? Look, I get it, Chuck. This is a raw deal you’re being served. They may as well give you a platter of sashimi, that’s how raw this is. I mean you were expecting an award one minute and the next you’re in handcuffs. That has to [...]
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“The fact that you’re not answering leads me to believe you’re either (a) not at home, (b) home but don’t want to talk to me, or (c) home, desperately want to talk to me, but trapped under something heavy.” — When Harry Met Sally Last night I got stood up. To quote the Clash song [...]
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