Category Archives: truth through toys

Ooh, heaven is a place at Chuck E. Cheese.

Heaven—its existence, its contents—has gotten a lot of play over the centuries. Hemingway, unsurprisingly, thought heaven might be a bull-fighting ring. Longfellow imagined infinite meadows. Dante proposed a divine hierarchy of sorts. And we’re all pretty familiar with the Qur’an’s promise of a paradise flush with virgins. To be fair, all of these predictions were made…

You call them adorable, I call them jailbait with fur.

Miley Cyrus has gotten a lot of criticism for some recent choices, including certain navel-baring couture and that stint where she was writhing around a pole. However, after a recent visit to the mall, I’m thinking Build-A-Bear Workshop is actually responsible for the sluttification of America.  That, and those little girls’ shorts with words emblazoned directly across…

This is Where I Take My Cues from Bendable Dolls

Since last fall, Adam and I have been throwing around the idea of taking a vacation in February or March. We’re not sure where we might go, other than it will be lush and tropical and rife with hotel-screened babysitters, preferably the non-kidnappery kind. It having been years since I’ve been anywhere exotic (hello, 2005 honeymoon in…