Who, me?

The other day I was in a dance store (is that even a word?), getting some teaching clothes. The woman working there asked me where I dance and I said, oh I don’t dance. Actually it was more like this: Oh! No no no no no. I don’t actually DANCE. As if DANCE...

Gender, elephants, biggification.

File under: inadvertent benefits to shoe-throwing. Naomi had one hell of a shoe thrown at her the other day. Which sucks. Ow. And while I don’t want to even slightly imply that being the object of shoe-throwing is a good thing (it’s not!), an astoundingly...
The Fluent Self