(Uma – winner of the vintage “Heaven Sent” drawing – claim your sample by leaving a comment! )
Don’t wear perfume when you have stomach flu. You’ll never want to smell that one again, ever. (There is much behavioral research that supports this theory.)
I think I’m done with heliotrope.
Chicken soup has a definite, er, indolic quality.
Bill Maher is brilliant.
Critics say Daniel Craig is the best James Bond because he reveals his interior life. Who wants James Bond to have an “interior life?” Give me the stoic bon vivant in “From Russia with Love!”
Mind-candy posts about classic movie stars and perfumes they wore get the most hits. (Look for one soon in these pages.)
Religious-right pinheads: it’s over. Don’t forget to turn out the light and lock the door on your way out! (p.s. Alaska is waiting.)
I always said vinyl would come back.
Thanksgiving food is way overrated. But the smell of turkey roasting is perfume that says “I’m home.”
Sick of food/travel shows where the hosts gobble down whatever it is and then make beatific faces and orgasmic noises at the camera? I am! (The latest offender: "On the Road Again: Spain" starring Mario, Gwyneth, some condescending New York food writer and his Spanish Tootsie Actress)
Food writers in general.
I have just one word for you, Benjamin. Plastics.
Do I really need another Skankmonster? Even in decant? (Well of course I do!)
Another winner in the presidential race? Saturday Night Live. Now we can all go back to doing something else, like most of us have been doing since about 1978.
Get three people in a room, right away you have politics.
The worst vice of them all? Ad-vice.