I don’t assume you’re straight, and I wish people would stop doing that.
About a year ago, I witnessed a friend of mine beat senseless. We’ll call him Wilhelm.
“Logic is the beginning of wisdom, not the end,” Leonard Nimoy once said.
“We should be dreaming,” Herb Brooks, the coach of the 1980 Team USA ice hockey team, said. “We grew up as kids having dreams, but now we’re too sophisticated as adults, as a nation. We stopped dreaming. We should always have dreams.”
When I was a little kid, I used to play a game called kick-the-can with my brother and the neighborhood kids. The game was mainly hide-and-seek. It was played after sundown. Two or three seekers counted to 100, while any number of hiders fanned out among the designated hiding zone to hold a position where they wouldn’t get caught.
If you watched the Oscars last night — or even if you didn't — you probably know about all the big moments of the night.
I am one of 30 million individuals that has suffered from an eating disorder. I am one of 30 million that has sought acceptance for the way my body looked. One of 30 million that couldn’t control anything in my life except what I put into my mouth. One of 30 million that let society tell me how I should look.
With spring break just under a month away, college students are on high alert. This is not a drill.
When the millennials are formally defined, I’ll be ringside and active on whichever social media format is boss, sending I-told-you-so’s to friends nationwide, because I believe I’ve figured us out.
Like the great humorist Mel Brooks says, “Satire is only funny when it advocates for the oppressed and is aimed at the oppressor.” In a surprising “Daily Show” opening monologue this week, longtime host Jon Stewart announced that he will be leaving the show before this year ends.