JOYE JOHNSON – Politely Refusing the Kool-Aid

I know women are supposed to be mysterious, but allow me to lift one of our seven veils. We are taught—by a parent or hard knocks—that men will only want us if we make ourselves almost impossible to get, that men must engage in epic derring-do before we accept their affections. But you know that myth about women deciding about men within 5 seconds? Well…

It’s true.

But have we made the inexorable yea-or-nea? Are men sunk before they hit the water? Continue reading “Most Men Are a Maybe”

          I hate the way it smells in here. It’s like every grandpa in America decided to die in the lobby. Tim would’ve been more into it. ‘It’s our history,’ he’d say. ‘Our family crest.’

            Capote starts at 8:50. I sit in the box office, ask a couple how many tickets they want even though there’s only two of them. They look like they’re in college and too cool for a normal theater. Continue reading “Short Story – C4 and the La Paloma”

Spike Lee’s take on Brooklyn made me think. I used to live in Brooklyn. Raised in Orange County, aka the OC, and moved to Brighton Beach. I thoroughly loved Brooklyn and would have stayed there forever if it weren’t for 9/11. I needed to be with my family and recover from the trauma. Still, for years I vowed to return. Financial setbacks and a bad car accident kept pushing out my return date. But I always made time to visit, flying from southern California to Brooklyn at least once a year for over ten years. Then I saw the Facebook post. Continue reading “The Disney of It All – My Beef with Hipsters”