Wherein the Mayans know that stylish footwear conveys status and power. I desperately need a new pair of athletic shoes—a general rule of thumb is that, if you’re super-gluing pieces of tread back onto the soles, then you need new shoes. My hatred of shopping for clothes, based in part on my seething hatred for … Read More
Mayans
Oh Little Chewy
Wherein the Mayans and Aztecs realize the health benefits and sex appeal of big wads of chewing gum. I’ve never been fond of chewing gum—when I was younger I particularly hated Big League Chew, which let teens slobbering from big wads of gum pretend they were cool adults slobbering from big wads of tobacco. Between … Read More
