In 1955, when the writer Ty Whitely was just a boy playing whist with his mum on the veranda of his family’s disgustingly opulent home, a sturdy breeze blew in, toppling the rose trellises which Whitely and his mother so admired. Continue reading “You’re History”
Lord, let your ears be open to my prayer.
I know Lord, that your will is mine,
and my will is yours,
when you strengthen my intolerance. Continue reading “The White House Prayer, 2017”
There is a phenomenon happening, and it is magazine writing. You may not know about it, but it’s all around you, in doctor’s offices, drug stores, and even on your neighbor’s coffee table. If there’s one thing it contains, it’s flip analysis, easy proclamations, and nonsensical introductory clauses. Continue reading “Is This the Most Prominent Thing in the Nation?”
Today at 6:10 EST, the landmark 100 billionth advertisement aired using the implication of coitus to sell a product that has little to no bearing on the performance of the sexual act nor on the likeliness of the sexual act occurring. The spot, which ran on ESPN during a college basketball game, was for Geico Insurance. In it a jolly pig had a broken windshield replaced faster than a man using another insurance company, and used the extra time to speed away on a jetski with a leggy, busty blond clinging to him amorously. Continue reading “Today at 6:10”