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Betwixtmas - The Week Time Forgot

You have entered the void. The wrapping paper is smashed in the trash, family feuds over politics and global warming are still ringing in your ears, the holiday feast has left you bloated, and Hallmark has just aired their 500 th  Christmas movie. You’ve just entered the void known as Betwixtmas.  Every year, we enter an existential zone when Christmas ends and the New Year hasn’t begun. It’s a week of lawless abandonment when days and time don’t seem to matter. We don our non-gay apparel of elastic-waist sweatpants or leave on our pajamas. It’s an alternate reality sandwiched between the gluttony of December 25 th  and the year-end disappointment of December 31 st .  Remember, as Barry Manilow says, “It’s Just Another New Year’s Eve.” If we can remember what day it is. If you’re not working during the week after Christmas, there aren’t any discernible days. Clocks have lost authority, and even if you know it’s Tuesday, you must ask anyway. Begin every conversation w...

SPARKS BRIEF - Babes in AI Land

  New York, NY – The holiday shopping season has one day left for 2025.  Parents across the country are scouring malls and the internet for the right toy, all “for the little ones, Christmas   joys.” This year, reports show a growing market for toys with artificial intelligence (AI).  In days of yore, toys had boundaries. A doll blinked. A truck rolled. A jack-in-the-box sprang on you like a small, manageable heart attack. Toys knew their place. They sparked imagination, developed creativity, offered education, and kept your kid occupied while you downed your second afternoon martini.  The wildly popular Cabbage Patch Kids from the 1980s were made from cloth, stuffing, yarn, and plastic. No tech. Parents waited in line, not online, to maim each other for the holy grail of dolls. The chubby-faced doll stared blankly, arms outstretched, waiting to be loved. It smelled like baby powder, wore a diaper, and required nothing else.  Now, if your child’s stuff...

Gaylord Goforth's Guide to Holiday Decorating

  Happy Holidays, Dashers and Dancers! It's that time of year again when everyone is donning their gay apparel and making the Yuletide gay. Need I say more? The Christmas decoration season is upon us, and you should be flinging glitter everywhere.  But fear not, my figgy puddings, I’m here to help you navigate through holiday decorating with grace, taste, and minimal emotional damage. My first question to you is: have you started decorating your home for the holidays? If not, what is the problem?  The boxes of garlands, tinsel, baubles, and beads should be opened as soon as the Thanksgiving turkey carcass is roosting in the refrigerator. The rule is that the Rockefeller Center tree should not be lit before your glowing presentation in pine.  Rule 1: The Tree - A Battle Between Natural and Fake (A Holiday Boob Job) A Christmas tree should be your best friend: tall, sturdy, and willing to hold your seasonal stress and anxiety without dropping a few balls. If you’re a p...

SPARKS BRIEF: The New Skinny on Skincare is Fat

  New York, NY – Beauty products are big business, especially “skin care.” Every year, billions are spent trying to recreate the glow of youth, now marketed as “healthy,” “clean,” and “natural.” Consumers are encouraged to avoid lab-formulated ingredients such as hyaluronic acid, retinoids, glycolic acid, crude oil, paint thinner, spackle, and Flex Seal. As marketing ramped up to soothe anxious shoppers whose wrinkles were begging to be plumped, high-end brands rolled out “natural panaceas.” Sheep placenta— including “Mary’s Little Lamb” —had its moment. Then companies researched niche markets and added grapeseed for wine drinkers. Soon, French, Swedish, and Finnish brands were offering Tadpole Face Rejuvenator, Elk Sweat Gland Wrinkle Erase, and Feline Hairball Restorative Gel. Whether dissected, extracted, or coughed up onto a carpet, nothing gave consumers the glowing results they wanted. Well, except for Swedish Duchess Lydia Fish of Flugelhoffer, who says that after four weeks...