“Jesus, Lady!”

I am driving in Old Town near the university last night on rutted ice-packed streets in the dark.  It’s a busy area where pedestrians and bicyclists rule, where crosswalks zebra-stripe the roads and where police are apt to lie in wait for traffic transgressors.  To their credit, in this...

A Porch to Pee On

The pissing contest in Washington has left me with a particularly pointed case of penis envy.  Now, I’ve never actually wanted a penis, per se.  Women learn early on that those appendages are readily available for loan should one ever be needed. What I envy about the penis is...