Author Archives: didofoot
Do you love me, now that I can dance?
Last night, Elly and I went to a club that Beth’s company had rented out for the night. The website exhorted women to “wear whatever you want…as long as it’s sexy!” And there I realized my first problem: I’ve gradually been phasing “sexy” out of my wardrobe. Unless the early nineties fashions come back in, … Continue reading
Free soda films
Michele and I saw The Mistress of Spices on Saturday. It was another one of those films about a woman who has a magical connection to a specific kind of food, and she uses this food to alter the lives of those around her (i.e. Like Water For Chocolate, Chocolat). These movies resonate with me, … Continue reading
Keep the bad girls sick sick sick
The Chronicle ran a story this morning about a vaccine to treat the human papilloma virus (HPV), which can cause cervical cancer (though it usually doesn’t). There’s a proposal on the board to make this a required vaccination for all seventh-grade girls, but according to the Chron article, “Conservative groups argued that a vaccine to … Continue reading
Stupid social networking.
I joined Facebook. Mostly because Elly and I were being funny about it last night and then I felt compelled to do it. It’s a weird system. I’ve already looked up three people I’m friends with in real life, but in order to be friends with them on Facebook I have to formally request that … Continue reading
Anger ball
I got some angry letters in response to an article I wrote. My first hate mail! I got the first two yesterday morning and was so saddened by having my writing compared to lukewarm porridge that I had to watch Alice in Wonderland, and have a picnic with the Lad, and eat an ice cream … Continue reading
Stupid gender norms
Four days ago I started a nightly moisturizing routine like girls are supposed to do to ward off old lady wrinkles. Today I woke up and the skin around my mouth felt burned. It’s broken out into all kinds of tiny blisters and blemishes, not bad enough to make people stare on the street, but … Continue reading
Cement Horizon Party
We’ve got tulips, a sheet cake, possibly weird jello shots, clean white hand towels, dust under the rug, a greeting card shaped like a pig, a dictionary from 1920, mixers, limes and a Wonder Woman action figure. So come on down. The party starts at 8, the making out starts at 9, and by 11 … Continue reading
The host may become infectious…
I caught the hosting bug sometime in December and it’s been lingering ever since. Echinacea and Vitamin C don’t even touch it — I’ve been expelling fluids (mainly wine and beer) and coughing up the occasional dinner party for months. After we had five people over last night, I finally decided to call the advice … Continue reading
A pre-emptive strike
“I really hate that ice cream you bought,” the Lad told me last night. “Yeah,” I said, “but it’s not coffee flavored like we thought; I checked.” “What flavor is it?” “It’s mocha flavored,” I said, and for the next few seconds I was treated to one of the Lad’s rare ‘you’re so stupid I’m … Continue reading
I’ll stake my Pulitzer on it!
I attended a meeting of the Dog Advisory Committee last night for an article I’m writing. They were meeting to discuss the possibility of starting a timed use program in some of SF’s city parks. Timed use means that during some hours of the day (usually very early morning and late evening), owners can let … Continue reading