The evolution of the word “redneck” seems to be in flux.
And until it stretches further into “offensive” territory, there are
plenty of people willing to exploit the concept of the word. The
barometer of exploitation is nowhere more evident than in the world of
A woman must be tempting, society tells us, but not too
tempting. The balance is a fine one; crossing that “threshold” —
whatever it is — has led to slut-shaming and women-bashing rape apologia
in a way that renders trying to understand that balance completely
For as long as I can remember, I’ve wished I had been
alive in a different era. The fantasy to experience my life in another
time period ignited with my obsession with American Girl books, historical fiction “chapter books” about young women of different eras.
I first developed a problem with alcohol when I was 16
and received a DUI. It’s a problem that I’ve had to live with ever
since. I’ve had long, happy periods of sobriety and I’ve had long,
gut-wrenching stretches when I’ve been a textbook alcoholic.
We’ve all been there. You’re just minding your own
business, killing time on the Internet, when you see “4 friends like
this” beneath Mitt Romney’s shining visage. First comes the feeling of
anger. Before you shed a single tear and click “Hide all updates from this
user” or — gasp! — “Unfriend,” stop what you’re doing.
The decision to publish an entertainment weekly was largely seen as an
attempt by Gannett to take marketshare from altweeklies like CityBeat and similar papers in other cities. In non-industry speak, Gannett was trying to kill us.
When my daughter and I spent our first night together in
the hospital, I gave her an extensive overview
of what this life thing is all about. I began
my lecture (it was a fairly one-sided conversation) with five essential
words of advice: “Always be nice to people.”
We, as humans, live in a capitalist society dominated by a
perpetual quest for wealth, power and authority, and that authority
undoubtedly yields corruption, poor taste and, sometimes, bad people who
do bad things.
Lately, I’ve felt stuck in
this peculiar post-college limbo, one in which the novelty of thrusting
myself into this post-21 world of fledglings has granted me steady
access to a potion that makes social interactions almost effortless —
the never-failing social lubricant that is alcohol.