Wednesday WTF
Hi, do you like going on vacation and waking up and achieving that terrifying feeling that you’re about to plumb fall off a mountain? I mean, if you’re a longtime reader of the Wednesday WTF, you probably will say yes because you have a perverse fascination with things that are fascinatingly messed up, so you…
Everyone has their own place of zen in this world. For some, it’s the mountains. For others, it’s an ocean. For some, it’s punching people in the face (true story). For me, it’s the dulcet tones of Oprah Winfrey’s speaking voice. I mean, she could explain the proper way to clean a toilet to me…
Listen, this week’s Wednesday WTF was supposed to be about Oprah’s fancy new island but then something egregious happened that has left my normally unflappable self completely flapped. You see, at 8 a.m. Tuesday, The Atlantic saw fit to publish a piece entitled, “What to Eat in the Texas Suburbs.” It also indicated it would…
Before we delve into today’s hot mess of choices that we’ve deemed a true Wednesday WTF, I’d like to address a frequent pearl-clutching reader question. “Does WTF stand for what I think it stands for?” Yes. Maybe. Depends. See, let me explain. In the immortal words of the great fictional Realtor Phil Dunphy, I like…
Sometimes, when doing research for another story, you go down a rabbit hole at 3 a.m. and find another listing that sends you down another rabbit hole of WTF in Utah and then suddenly it’s 5 a.m. and your caffeine consumption for the next day puts your heart rate somewhere around hummingbird wings and over-sugared…
