After every show, I’d be approached by people who struggled with infertility. They’d share their stories—how many years deep they were, or how many years total before they gave up, how much it cost, what it did to their marriage…
One of my best friends is a jazz musician in New York City. Years ago he told me a secret: “You know, Jennifer Lopez is so bereft of talent that she can’t sing on her own albums without help.”
I’m not sure that question is being asked anymore. At least, not by Hollywood.
My wife and I couldn’t conceive naturally. Her eggs are… scrambled. Or poached. Or something like that. I’m sketchy on the details.
I always “got” the point of It’s a Wonderful Life, but it never really hit home before. When I saw the film earlier in life, I still had goals, hopes, and aspirations.
As Louis C.K.’s world crumbled around him, comedians in my Facebook feed started posting: “No! Not Louis!” They were heartbroken by their hero’s downfall.
Let me tell you a secret about Hollywood: there are no secrets in Hollywood.
What was OK Go doing in a Podunk Minnesota town?
Bill Maher has every right to make fun of anything he sees fit. But he should understand the situation in its entirety when doing so.
Before me, she was in an abusive relationship.
On paper, it might seem neat to have a comedian at your party/reception/whatever. Your guests gets some yucks, and people love laughing, right? Well, no.
I lived in a small, isolated Wisconsin town rife with racism.