Great art is one thing, but consistently pumping out the stuff quite another. I mean, how many artists do you love (whether it’s film directors, musicians or, er, sculptors) only to admit a fair chunk of their work is actually pants? Take a fucked-up little bald girl like Sinead O’Connor. Her first two albums are…

I used to be an ESL teacher and I’ll never forget having a chat with my students about ill health and medicine. A Nepalese woman told the class she once caught a life-threatening fever and was immeasurably grateful to her husband for beating her up. It was one of those blink-a-few-times sort of moment as…

Mike Johnson is a man who believes God created everything for a reason. After a long week that included listening to a close friend complain about his divorce attorney, another friend complains about his defense attorney, his sister complains about a self-righteous prosecutor, and a brother who was had just begun dealing with an accident…

Women can’t throw. They just can’t. Everybody knows it. Yes, some of them can employ a strange underhanded windmill toss that strikes out a fellow bad driver on a softball field. That’s good for them, but your average dame couldn’t hit the broad side of Lindy West with a jar of pickles. Note: women can’t…