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Entries from September 20, 2009 - September 26, 2009



I was walking through Le Mart de Wal last week, and was actually disturbed by something other than what normally disturbs me in a Le Mart de Wal.  On the end of the single aisle of plastic beads and BeDazzlers that passes for the Crafts Department, I saw a bag of brown pipe cleaners, labelled as... "Fuzzy Sticks."

That's not a crafting supply.  That's the title of a particularly alarming furry fanfic.  I'm assuming the name change has come about because less people are smoking, and Kids These Days What With Their Hannah Dakota and Their Light-Up Sneakers have barely a concept of pipedom.  Well, whooooo, I suppose.  I cannot abide cigarettes, but am rather partial to pipes, probably because my father smoked one when I was a little blonde, just starting out in the world of not understanding anything.  A bit of brown secondhand stickiness was a proper fee for the Captain Smith tins which housed our collection of My Little Pony combs.  The modern equivalent, I suppose, is handing  my Hypnotiq empties over to Will The Smaller Child Nephew as a secondhand sippy cup.

My primary fear is that pipe cleaners will vanish from the Earth entirely-- and then what will we do for candy cane reindeer antlers?  I'M ASKING YOU.

next, they come for the clothespins at:  mbe@drinktothelasses.com



Julie The NephewsMama sustained a hopscotch injury, and suggested to her sons that the family stay home from Mass today.

Jim The Small Child Nephew threw a fit, and insisted upon going to church.

I take full responsibility.

threw a fit when asked to go to church at:  mbe@drinktothelasses.com