I read a few days ago that lower back tattoos — a/k/a “tramp stamps” — are making a comeback. All I can say is, thank god. Maybe I can actually enjoy public swimming pools again. Let me backtrack. In 2007, I was freshly divorced and ready to hit the dating scene. Because I’d married my … Continue reading Bat’s All, Folks
I may have finally learned how to beat telemarketers at their own game. Just tell 'em you're dead. One day last week, I got a call from a Nigerian prince telling me I'd just won the lottery, and would I like to buy some Viagra with my earnings while switching cell phone carriers? Or something along those … Continue reading I’m Dying to Be Left Alone. Literally.