The Weaponization of Religion

The Weaponization of Religion

Homo sapiens are primed for belief. Our troglodyte ancestors were too ill informed to understand what stars, the moon or lightning is, so they made stuff up in order to cope with the unknown. We evolved to seek some kind of otherworldly protection from strange and...
Why (And How) I Became a Runner

Why (And How) I Became a Runner

Eighth grade in Jr. High and the sadistic gym teacher with the Napoleon complex was describing our running route. “I missed that,” I said to the boy next to me. “Where do we turn left?” The boy sneered. “Do you actually think you’re going to be out in front?” Oh,...
Eat This Motherfucking Lasagna

Eat This Motherfucking Lasagna

Stop sauce shaming. I get my sauce from a jar. Yours is made from scratch. Mine is better, because the taste isn’t tainted with sanctimonious douchebaggery. “Oh, you get your sauce from a jar? Wow, I can’t believe you don’t make it from scratch. I always—”...
The Exerciser’s Creed

The Exerciser’s Creed

I lay in a hospital bed hooked up to IV morphine that barely touched the pain. The emergency room physician told me my lifting days were over. I knew he was wrong, however, because I will not quit. I remember when I started working out 22 years ago, and how much I...
Get Your Fucking Flu Shot

Get Your Fucking Flu Shot

I got my flu shot. Now I’m vaccine injured. The “injury,” if you can call it such a thing, is a tiny hole in my shoulder that bled so little I think the band-aid is superfluous. In past years of receiving a flu shot I’ve had mild soreness in the target muscle, but...