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SUSAN’S UNFILTERED WIT
Observations about life from the far side of the hill
Susan started writing when she discovered, in retirement, that she looked terrible in golf clothes and canasta had way too many rules. Looking for something personally meaningful to do that did not require wearing polo shirts, she enrolled in a class for fledging writers. Not quite ready to tackle the great American novel, she began to write short, witty essays about life from the perspective of “a woman of a certain age.”
Deciding that the world needed another Erma Bombeck and\or Nora Ephron, with a bit of Andy Rooney thrown in for good measure, she went public. Susan created her blog, now called Susan’s Unfiltered Wit, where she continues to entertain her generation of pre-baby boomers and beyond with new posts twice a month.
Anthropo…. What?
Anthropomorphism, that’s what. You may not know the word, but I’ll bet you a month’s worth of Starbuck’s Chocolate Cream Cold Brew that you know what it is. We all grew up with it. Kids still do. Mickey Mouse, Pluto, Bugs Bunny, Mr. Ed, talking teapots, minions, and the like. Anthropomorphism, a multi-syllabic word that’s difficult to pronounce on one exhalation, is defined as the attribution of human characteristics or behaviors to a god, animal, or object. Even as adults, we are constantly exposed to it in TV commercials: talking lizards, bears selling toilet paper, a talking box imploring
A Very Virtual Thanksgiving
With Thanksgiving less than two weeks away, I have been contemplating my table setting. Some of the usual adornments shall remain the same.
Bring Back the Good Old Words….
So there I was, 9:30 in the morning, indulging in my guilty pleasures -- a second cup of coffee and my second crossword
What Have You Done to My Bagel!?!
Hey! I'm talkin' to you. I'm from Brooklyn. And being from Brooklyn, I know a thing or two about bagels. And I'm tellin'
My Life As a Car
I'm not sure if I really believe in reincarnation, but I do find the notion very seductive. One can take a measure of
Daughter of a Beach (Hater)
The inevitable has happened. The insidious process has reached its conclusion. The final step has been taken, and the journey is over. I
What’s Your Sleep Number?
As one of those rare, and perhaps weird, individuals who actually pay attention to TV commercials, I have
What’s My Demonym?
No, I did not invent that word in the title. It's real. But I'll get to that in a moment. First, I have
Everyone Old is New Again!
Thank you, HBO for the resurrection of Perry Mason. Although my taste for police procedurals and courtroom drama has more recently been satisfied