
Future co-worker Lindy West and I sat next to each other at the judges table at last night’s Chocolate for Choice, and I couldn’t help but notice a disparity in our name tags. Lindy, by virtue of her tenure at The Stranger, is identified as a “journalist,” whereas me… well… they weren’t sure how to describe what I do (Blogger…? Writer…? Crackpot…?), so they just left it blank.
But soon, thanks to the magical, instant credibility of a newspaper masthead, I can only assume that I will be a real journalist too!
My mother will be so proud (though not as proud as if I were a real lawyer, but at her age, you learn to take what little joy from life that you can get.)



By far my favorite fundraising event of the year is tomorrow night, NARAL Pro-Choice Washington’s annual 