Perusing the Internet between students Tuesday, I see this: “Christina Slammed over Performance.” And I think “But, of course.”
It was about Christina Aguilera flubbing a few lines in the Star-Spangled Banner at the Super Bowl on Sunday. Horrible woman that she is, Aguilera, singing one of the toughest songs there is to sing before about 111 million people, became the 110th million person to make a mistake.
Naturally, she had to apologize. Come on. Before she sang the last note, on-line chat rooms and twitter followers were already exchanging frantic messages as if they were the first to discover that the word “reaming” is not in the actual national anthem. In the days that followed, those who took notice gave way to those reaming her for it. Read more...
The AOL headline on Friday asked the question, “Do you remember where you were 25 years ago?” and it didn’t take a photo of the Space Shuttle Challenger to jog my memory.
There are some things you don’t forget.
The sky was so blue and the sun so bright that day that I remember being stunned by how cold it was. Not Chicago cold but literally freezing at 32 degrees; cold enough that the orange crops were dying and tourists were scurrying for sweatshirts to layer under their light jackets. I was in heaven at the excuse to wear a sweater for a change. Read more...
Until about an hour ago, I thought the meanest thing my husband and I had ever done to our son Alec was not buying him a dog.
But according to an article in Social Science Quarterly – What? You don’t read that? – we have also given him a terrible burden to bear.
A friend sent me a link to a segment from the Today Show (always on the lookout for new ways to depress us in the morning), which cites the article, saying that giving your newborn boy an “oddball, girly or strange first name may just land them in jail.” Read more...
One of the best things about writing a daily blog is you can pour out your heart, express your frustrations, confess your weaknesses and occasionally, when you’re in the mood, embarrass your family.
You can talk about your son’s piano lessons, your daughter’s new bed and your sister’s old boyfriend, and not get fired.
“Just, whatever you do, can you leave me out of it?” my daughter Amanda begged tonight as I ran a made-up quote by her. “I think you need to keep your personal and professional lives separate.”
Originally written by Melissa Isaacson for the Chicago Tribune.
Winner of the Peter Lisagor Award — Best Feature Story 2008
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