Category Archives: Crimes of the Heart

Naked Ambition

I didn’t always frequent tanning salons, shave my bikini zone, and wear four layers of underwear on the job. But then, I wasn’t always a stripper. Why strip? The Full Monty. I was bugged by the lengths the filmmakers went … Continue reading

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Much Ado About “I Do”

“The best thing about being a guy is wedding plans just seem to take care of themselves,” a Neanderthal friend once boasted to me at his wedding. Rallying to his frazzled, overworked bride’s defense, I said, “Really? What a coincidence. … Continue reading

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