Jeanne Jackson

I’m a little uncomfortable with the new darling of the media and literary world, the fat girl. I don’t like that she is being “exposed,” changing the cardinal rule of fatdom: maintain a low profile. Now fat girls are everywhere are speaking out, bemoaning the culture that labels them ugly,

I’m against cancer. There. I said it. I’m taking a stand against cancer. Call me a Godless radical, a left-wing bleeding heart, even — (shudder) — a Hollywood actor, but I think cancer is a bad thing. I think it should be stamped out. I think – and here’s where

There is an old Italian saying that goes, “Only the spoon knows what’s going on at the bottom of the pot.” Basically it means don’t judge and don’t give advice unless you know every aspect of a situation, which you probably don’t, so shut up. Only it sounds nicer in

I remember a time back when my sons were little when, up to my eyeballs in loud, hyperactive Cub Scouts, I mused to the mom helping me out that it might be nice if they were all calm, quiet little girls. She rolled her eyes and said, “You don’t have