Things I snobbed on as a child: Red meat = Yuck and killer heart disease Loud noises Camera flashes (get the paps out of my face!) Bugs. Filthy, scary, dirty bugs. Hypocrisy. My catchphrase from age 5 to 15 was “It’s not fair!” And shit wasn’t fair! Hypocrisy! Broken hot dog buns … hell, broken…

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And not in a good way. I don’t know why I watch him play tennis. I’m watching the US Open and the dude is like a heart attack. One minute he’s brilliant. The next he’s crap. Then he’s brilliant again and then he’s down 40-love. Why, my adorable little Ivy League tennis man? Why do…

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The bitch is fierce. The bitch is crazy. The bitch is my very most favorite, crazy black-Japanese-Korean, Florissant, MO native — Kimora Lee Simmons.FLO-MO in the house! Even when Kimora goes off the rails a little, with designer Karl Lagerfeld declaring he’d turned his once adorable little teenage ingenue into “a $5,000-tote-bag-wearing monster,” she still…

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… And it still makes me cry. It was so hard to watch people and see the faces of my grandmother, aunts, uncles, cousins, sisters and friends. When ever I think about it too hard it makes me so angry I could shake. I know that pain isn’t indifferent towards the poor or the black.…

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Because, in America, we have a special sort of racism (dubbed the “One-drop rule” by the racist geniuses who came up with it), we have a lot of people who are considered to be black people who don’t look like black people. Or they look like black people, but don’t want to labeled solely as…

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They say White House guests are like fish. After three days they start to stink. In Attorney General Alberto Gonzales’ case, he’s been so far gone that last checked he was fossil fuel embedded in the ancient, glacier covered rock of the Klondike. On with the probes!

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I don’t know if I’ve ever voted for a president. I’ve voted against some people (Dole, Bush, Bush 2: Iraqi Boogaloo). I don’t know if you ever get to vote for someone as a minority. You’re just always squinting at people thinking, “Now which one of you bastards is going to screw me over the…

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