Happy sad songs. We all know them. We all love them. You know, the upbeat little ditties with lyrics that belie the bouncy optimism of the music. It’s uplifting musically, it’s a bummer lyrically, it’s multitasking in musical form.
Some of the best pop songs ever revorded utilize this time-tested formula. Here are just a smattering of the best jams you can dance and gnash your teeth to.
Grand Funk Railroad
I’m in love with the girl that I’m talking about
I’m in love with the girl I can’t live without
I’m in love but I sure picked a bad time
The machinations used by Big Business to secure the rights to Monopoly are just as shady and heartless as making your oldest friend cough up his last dime to pay rent for landing on Boardwalk.
With four hotels.
Said friend would set your precious little hotels on fire while you were having a celebratory whizz, which made your victory all the sweeter.
We take our Monopoly very seriously ‘round these parts. So who do we thank for decades of grudges and temper tantrums?
Ironically, Monopoly began as a game where the object was to resist monopolies and to share the…
So Alexandria Ocasio Cortez went to the Met Gala last night. This would usually score very low on my Shits Given Scale, I mean like a 1 out of 10 tops. But boy, was I wrong. I missed AOC and her designer gown that had “EAT THE RICH” written on the bustle, so we all know she’s a working class hero and not a member of the Kente Cloth Club of Performative Politics.
C’mon, AOC Accolytes. Anyone who claims to champion the poor has no business being anywhere near the Met Gala, no matter who’s picking up the tab…
There comes a time in every Catholic kid’s life when their parents finally allow them to go to Mass unaccompanied. Unaccompanied in this scenario means you’re allowed to go with your friends. You will not be shackled under the hyper-vigilant eye of your mother.
You have waited for this moment since kindergarten.
Freedom, sweet freedom!
Pro tip: make absolutely certain that none of your parental units are attending the same Mass you’re ditching. It’s a rookie mistake you won’t make more than once. Yowsah.
So after your mother gives you two dimes for the collection basket you’re off to church…
Let me be frank here. I’m teetering on geriatric status and still have the palate of a nine-year-old boy. And I’m OK with that. There’s no shame in my game — it’s other people who take issue. Why I don’t know, but here we are.
Here are a few short vignettes that encapsulate what it’s like to move through the world as a picky (though I prefer discriminating) eater.
Exhibit A: Incredulous disbelief
Me: *picking tomato out of salad*
Foodie-type Person: What? You don’t like tomatoes?
Me: Nope. Never have.
Foodie-type person: Well, that’s just because you’ve never had a…
Boy, the way Glen Miller played,
Songs that made the hit parade,
Guys like us we had it made,
Those were the days
Ah, “All in the Family.” It was must-see TV in my house for the parentals. Mater and Pater would watch the newest episode, then argue about the issues it raised until it was time for next week’s show.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
It was my introduction to politics, even though I didn’t know it. But the seed had been planted, and the die was cast. …
Hi, my name is Kathy Copeland Padden, and I’m part of the politically homeless. We are legion, and our numbers are growing every day. You may also be among our ranks. If you are, solidarity. If you’re not politically homeless and even deny our existence — read on and see if anything resonates.
Here is my story:
I’m a Boston Irish Catholic. Most of my family (except for my father, who was resolutely Independent) voted Democrat. It was more a matter of family tradition (legacy Democrats, if you will) than deeply-held conviction. If you were blue-collar, you voted straight blue…
The Human Be-In, or the Gathering of the Tribes, on January 14, 1967, in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park brought hippies, LSD, and psychedelia to national attention. It was the harbinger of the celebrated Summer of Love and made Haight-Ashbury the epi-center of a growing movement of young people ready to follow acid-dropping Harvard professor Timothy Leary’s advice at the Be-In to
“turn on, tune in, and drop out.”
Along with Tim Leary, many other leading figures of the counterculture were at the Be-In, including Allen Ginsberg, Dick Gregory, Jerry Ruben, and Michael Bowen, who masterminded and organized the event.
On April 15, 1776, the Duchess of Kingston was brought to trial on bigamy charges in Westminster Hall. This scandalous display of aristocratic bad behavior — involving even the King himself — kept London buzzing for months on end. The reason the story was so compelling? The pretty, witty, and charismatic lady at the center of it all.
The Duchess of Kingston was born in 1721 as Elizabeth Chudleigh. She spawned from an old Devonshire family, but her father died when she was very young, so she grew up in genteel aristocratic poverty.
Elizabeth’s lot improved considerably in 1743 when…
Well, it’s finally happened.
I’ve hit the “you look so good for your age” stage of life. It’s a gradual, insidious process that sneaks right up on ya. You think you’re adequately prepared for your inevitable physical downslide, but you never really are. You think it won’t phase you, but it will. It really will. Because you’re a human. And mortal.
In the not-too-distant past, once you were past your 20s it was time to become a matron. Here are your regulation sensible shoes, cardigan, and reading glasses chain. My mother nagged the shit out of me to cut my…