I attended a seminar yesterday with some very well educated women and men and the first conversation before the meeting stated was about heating their homes. The lady across from me said I haven’t heated my house in two months because gas is so expensive and the lady beside me said I barely heated my house all winter long, a few women shook their heads in agreement afraid to speak. I thought I also stopped heating my house a few weeks ago I refuse to keep paying for …

“How many tapes, books, CDs, DVDs have you bought to change your life, only to find that nothing changed?”

–Larry Loik, Biggest Tony Robbins franchisee, entrepreneur, motivational speaker

“Uh, none.”
–Victorian Chick (aka anti-woo woo therapy snob) to herself in the back of Marina Ballroom.

I’m at Kay and Dave’s in the Palisades, a wonderful and reasonably-priced Mexican restaurant opened by a lawyer who wanted out of the business some twenty years ago. There are now three in West LA, one across from the Brentwood Country Mart on 26th Street I used …

Recently thrust into the media due to the less-than-honorable actions of some members of President Obama’s Secret Service team, sex tourism has risen to the attention of the global community. Sex tourism, defined as traveling to a domestic or international location with the purpose of purchasing sex, has become a multi-billion dollar industry with some seriously questionable repercussions.

One such repercussion is the proliferation of sex trafficking. Sex tourism increases the demand for commercial sex, enticing traffickers to force women and children into the market to satisfy this demand. This …

We know that the Bluffet rule is a motif for President’s class warfare, and more warning shots will be fired when Congress returns today from a two-week recess to a test vote on the rule, which would impose a minimum 30 percent tax rate on income over $1 million. The Bluffett tax targets wealthier Americans’ investments rather than salaries.

Today is the day when this issue of class warfare kicks off for November in earnest, now that we know it will be Romney for the GOP and Congress gets to have …

I’m at Cafe Vida in Pacific Palisades, my favorite munchkin sighting place in West LA. It’s very loud as the rain and wind have shut down the outdoor dining area and every table is occupied. I’m exhausted, having coughed all night long and taken Mom’s NyQuil (which never fails to make me think of one of the funniest parts of Denis Leary’s No Cure for Cancer: the “green death fuckin’ flavor” bit) and found it utterly useless.

J introduced me to Delsym, a wonderful cough suppressant and I elected not to …