Why do we Americans still get shocked? What is the big deal about pubic hair? About an exposed nipple? About shocking comments concerning sex or politics or sexy politics? It’s embarrassing; pathetic; embarrassingly pathetic. It also helps explain the rise and dominance of Lady Gaga., the cover girl of the

Over the weekend I sent chapters of the biography I’m writing to my kick-ass fact checker/reporter/superstar, Casey Angle. I did so nervously. Writing a book is like, eh, I’m not sure what it’s like. But when you ask people to read the first drafts, it feels very … naked. Exposed.

I’ve read a lot of NBA Draft projections, and a whole slew of them have Butler’s Gordon Hayward going to Utah with the ninth pick. I’m no hoops expert. Hayward looks to be a very solid player who, best case, might score 15 ppg in a couple of years. He

Sarah Palin quit her job as the governor of a relatively insignificant state. She didn’t leave for a job in a presidential administration. She didn’t have a medical emergency. She quit, because—clearly—she longed for greater exposure. So she did a book tour. Took a job at Fox. Does speeches for

My brother’s nickname is “Brother.” That’s what I call him, anyhow. His real name is David. He’s two years older than I am, and lives near Ft. Lauderdale. We only see one another three or four times per year. (he’s the one in the chair above) We’re not distant, but

I have no reason to blog about this, save for the fact that it’s 1 am and I’m not quite tired yet. A couple of months after my daughter was born nearly seven years ago, the wife and I decided to hire a nanny. At the time she was working

This is random, and relates to nothing, but am I the only person in the world who—upon further inspection—thinks the original three Star Wars movies to be extraordinarily lame? I mean, like every other child of the 80s, I loved the films as a boy; waited on line like most

Tomorrow is Father’s Day. I happened to have been raised by the greatest father who has ever walked the planet. I’m not exaggerating when I say that—my dad is the best dad of all time. Hands down. His name is Stanley Pearlman. About 10 years ago, my dad wrote a

Took the kids to see Toy Story 3 tonight. My daughter, age 6 1/2, liked the movie, but didn’t love it. My son loved it, but he’s only 3. He loves everything on a screen. I loved it. Loved it, loved it, loved it. Embarrassing as this is, I cried

Maybe the greatest political advertisement of all time. Funny, goofy, ridicul—what? Huh? Oh, he was being serious. Uhm … yeah Big nod to Slade Gilmer, sports editor of the Journal Record in Hamilton, Alabama, for letting me know about this one. To quote Slade, “You’ve been somewhat tough on my