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Breaking Up with Bad Businesses

I am reclining, engrossed in Denzel Washington’s preternaturally calm face as he flies a plane upside down. The massaging chair kneads my lower back. It has been aching of late and the rotating balls feel pretty good. So, why am I absolutely infuriated? It is 12:55 pm and I have just 5 minutes to get backContinue reading “Breaking Up with Bad Businesses”

I’m About to Go Broke

I kid, I kid! But not really. When I first moved to Atlanta seven years ago, I discovered a store that not only kept its racks full of fashionable, work-appropriate clothing, but also made clothes small enough for women my size. Honestly, that’s all I really ask of a store; make stuff I can fitContinue reading “I’m About to Go Broke”

Zimmerman’s Valid Fear

“I’m gon’ put some lead in him,” Mr. Williams says. His raucous laugh holds no mirth, but his belly shakes a little beneath his hands. “If I catch ’em in my yard, I’ma beat the piss out of ’em!” “Mhmm. I ain’t got too good an aim, so I’ma buy me one of them shotguns.Continue reading “Zimmerman’s Valid Fear”

Undressing the Italian

I have never been so irritated to see a half naked man in all my life. (Mind you, this is a rare occurrence for me, as I generally think half naked images are better than fully naked ones. But I digress). Frankly, I think Kraft did themselves a disservice by making The Zesty Guy the starContinue reading “Undressing the Italian”

A Racist Apologizes

Dear Offended Black People: I meant exactly what you thought I meant when the word nigger leapt from my mouth. It did not escape. It did not slip out. I launched it with all the force my vocal chords could muster. I wanted it to stick. If I was sorry for offending you, I wouldContinue reading “A Racist Apologizes”