Wafah Dufour Bin Laden, Niece Of Osama

This Requires A Level Of Delusion/egomania Usually Reserved For Popes And Drag Queens

I Was Taken To An Examining Room Where A Big Butch Nurse Practitioner Came In And Asked Me If I Was Pregnant. “no Way!” Was I Sexually Active? “nope!” Had I Ever Been Molested? “well,” I Said, Trying To Make A Joke, “oprah Says The Only Answers To That Question Are ‘yes’ And ‘i Don’t Remember.’ ” I Laughed. We Were Having Fun. The Nurse Looked At Me, Concerned/annoyed.

I Don't Like My Feet. I'm Not Crazy About Anybody's Feet. But I Have Flat Feet.

It’s No More Dangerous To Society Than A Radio Broadcast Of The War Of The Worlds.

I Prefer The Retro Chic Of Spending Christmas Just Like Joseph And Mary Did - Traveling Arduously Back To The Place Of Your Birth To Be Counted, With No Guarantee Of A Bed When You Get There.