She did it again. Ruth Berning, that goddess of everything that is considered fit to be consumed by the humble masses at Adult Day Health, has once again unknowingly invaded my most private moments where few dare to tread, and it all began through the…
The media is filled with it. A legion of younger hungry single men all foam at the mouth upon command at the thought of it. Even that wonderfully-obscure male bastion of societal correctness, the Super Bowl, is filled to over-filled with only thinly vague references…