Heard an NPR piece the other day on the use of the word chick as a verb, in the passive voice, as it appears on this here t-shirt. The context is athletics, where a woman outdoes a man in a sporting event: Dude, you just got chicked. As HCB's sister recently quipped, references to the female persuasion … Continue reading You’ve Been Chicked
Month: September 2013
Little Tests, Big Tests
The last time I raced I injured myself badly. Waiting at the starting line I felt growing irritation for a pack of college kids who had clearly decided to run that day as an afterthought; I gathered from their jawing that they were not runners, and also that they had been at a kegger 'til … Continue reading Little Tests, Big Tests
Would you care for some butterfat with that, ma’am?
In my relatively brief tenure as a Vermonter, I have come to think of one product in particular as this state’s culinary identifier: cheese. I know, I know: maple syrup, right? Syrup, schmyrup. It’s everywhere in New England and everybody claims it as their own quintessential product. But who can resist the cheerful sight of … Continue reading Would you care for some butterfat with that, ma’am?
Home again.
Just off the highway that leads home I run the gauntlet between these beauties every day in my car. They swish back and forth and make a satisfying thwack-thwack-thwack in protest as I drive through them, often leaving delicate yellow petals on my car windshield and hood. If I pause on the tiny wooden bridge … Continue reading Home again.