J’accuse....
I realize that I am guilty of doing something that really irritates me when done by other writers. I recently griped about Garry Wills writing a 9/11 memorial piece in the Chicago Tribune and he managed to drag in his grudge with the Catholic Church. Some people have a way of dragging their own agendas into any situation, welcome or not.

So when I consider that I wrote about the absurdity of a British study on mens’ shoe size relative to size of other essential body parts, I invoked the name of Dr. Peter Singer, who just happens to be another person (along with the ubiquitous Wills) on my grudge list.

Perhaps it would be fun and cathartic to try to bring these people into every gripe I have with the world. Such as a short essay on how much I hate the color of my living room (something more subdued than prison-pink,that looked deceptively neutral when we moved in 4 years ago, with wear and tear + lipid stains from little fingers), why I cannot paint it at the present time and manage to work Garry Wills name in somewhere..........