“I wrote 63 songs this year. They’re all about Jeter.” Just kidding. The game we love, the players we hate, and more.
From Norman Mailer to Wendy Pepper — everything on film, TV, books, music, and snacks (shut up, raisins), plus the Girls’ Bike Club.
Helping public schools, winning prizes, sending a crazy lady in a tomato costume out in public.
Monologues, travelogues, fiction, and fart humor. And hens. Don’t forget the hens.
The Tomato Nation advice column addresses your questions on etiquette, grammar, romance, and pet misbehavior. Ask The Readers about books or fashion today!
Couch Baron, Blankenship and I discussed the good, the bad, and the flighty about Birdman.
Utterly inelegant, charmingly energetic, Killing Jimmy Hoffa crams a lot into 79 minutes.
I know I’m in for a drubbing, but I want to hear from you and your readers.
I’m a single mom of one, having a long-distance affair with a married man, G.
I watch many many documentaries, so I think a lot about the relationship between form and function, build and subject.
The Theory Of Everything is too much “everything,” not enough “theory.”
Me, several times while watching Burn After Reading: “Wait, what? …Oh, who cares.”
What is it about gambling-related B movies with the word “runner” in the title? Why can’t they suck less?
