Funny thing recommending music to people. It’s quite personal - almost revealing – and you never quite know what reaction you’ll get. Sometimes I feel I’m the family dog retrieving your slippers and newspaper, and you’re pleased at the gifts I’ve delivered. Sometimes, however, I sense I’m the family cat, who’s just deposited a freshly-killed... Continue Reading →
Move on Mommie Dearest, an update
Well, this Amy Chua kerfluffle has got legs! I didn't think I was exactly ahead of the curve when I posted about her Wall Street Journal article a few days ago. But people are still discussing - agreeing or venting - about her take-no-prisoners parenting tactics. Now on the WSJ site: a rebuttal from the... Continue Reading →
Amy, it’s Mommie Dearest calling, she wants her raw meat back
This woman is fantastic! And I mean that in the funniest, looniest, perfect-est fodder for jokes and lighthearted ribbing way possible. This is comedy gold, is what it is. Finally, academia has its very own Sarah Palin! And who better to represent those snobby, intellectual atheists (as Caribou Barbie likes to call 'em) than an... Continue Reading →
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