Turn on the news any night, and there’s another story of
some cheater ““ a law-breaker ““ finally getting caught.
Enron, Martha Stewart, Jayson Blair. These are names we’ll
remember.

First, let me state, unequivocally and for the record: I do not
like Rush Limbaugh. I find his manner irritating and his politics
offensive. I am disgusted by the way he attempts to advance his
ideology by personally disparaging his opponents.

I don’t mind commercials. I accept that the price of my
entertainment is approximately 8 minutes of advertising during any
given 30 minutes of viewing.
I don’t mind magazine ads.

It’s that time of the year again. You’re ready to
pull your hair out because there are 13 different classes you could
take to fulfill a requirement you don’t really care about
fulfilling, 27 different professors, 62 teaching assistants, and no
way to know which combination is going to be at all palatable for
the next 10 weeks of your life.

Recently on The John Walsh Show, Walsh introduced his white
supremacist guests, explaining they preferred to be identified as
“racialists” not “racists.” Walsh
maintained an aura of tolerance for his guests, but was also able
to express his ambivalence to the term ““ call them what you
will, it doesn’t change what they are.

Since I started working, I’ve had 13 different jobs.
I’ve slung coffee, worked retail, sold movie tickets,
answered phones and ran errands. I’ve tracked loan data for a
mortgage brokerage, I’ve done medical billing for a
psychologist and I’ve been an office manager for a crazy
chiropractor.

As of May 29, there were 71 suspected or probable cases of SARS
in California alone. Considering that, a little healthy fear is
probably a good thing.

I always thought feminism was about being annoyed if a man
offers me a seat on the bus. All I ever hear about feminists
is that they refuse to allow men to buy them dinner and open their
own doors, thank you.

I’m not generally an alarmist, but this is getting out of
hand. The war rhetoric has reached a feverish pitch, and those
of us not on board are suffering the consequences.

BruinGo! penalizes drivers for services they don’t
use.
I’m waiting for a table at Tony Roma’s when a man,
who could stand to lose twice my body weight, waddles to the
door. He hands his check to the hostess, pops a courtesy mint
in his mouth, and mutters to his wife, “Only one
mint? That’s pretty chintzy.”Â And with a
disdainful snort, he stalks out.