Contrary to popular belief or actual statistics, I’m beginning to think living alone may be the key to a long life. Although, I have to admit, when it comes to having a good laugh, singular life at home has gotten a bit flat lately. I’ve actually found myself asking Siri, “Siri, tell me something funny.” As I’m sure you can imagine, she has no clever retort. Instead, she responds with needing to ask Chat GPT, because apparently, she’s not that smart, then proceeds to forward

How stupid are humans? I’ll tell you how stupid… Long before the recent round of now emergency level AI warnings from supposedly “smart” people who are so stupid they created robots that can kill us all, Stephen Hawking cautioned that the development of full artificial intelligence could spell the end of the human race. Of course, nothing stopped anyone then and looks like nothing much is stopping anyone now. Hawking stated that once humans develop full AI, the system would t

While a collective, disassociated insanity continues to shriek into the wind of a conjuring storm of what I can’t help but call America’s collusion of morons, I sit here and think, not only has America lost her moral compass, she has let herself go. She needs a major makeover and a good a therapist. Easy enough to find these days on Instagram. My feed is filled with them. Face lift surgeons and self-proclaimed healers of all sorts. In reality, since all I can do at best, is t

Lonely? Feeling old and unwanted? Not in great shape but wanting to feel desirable? Need attention? Wondering if anyone knows you’re alive anymore? I have the solution for you. Post a photo of yourself in a bathing suit on social media! You don’t even have to show your whole body. Just the waist up will do. The things you will learn from this social experiment: People can’t help themselves. They will look. This will let them know you are alive. And, oh, not just men. Although

Go Knicks! While the NBA tournament is long gone…well everything feels long gone in the insane news cycle the world lives in…I’m still kvelling! I think for the rest of my life I will remember these games. Game 4 of the Finals. OMG! Is OG Anunoby real? I think he is a Star Wars character come to life. Apparently, so does everyone else. Seriously, I can’t stop. I’m obsessed with the Knicks once again. The fifty-year sleeping giant has been awakened and I’m going nuts. In the

The other day I set my alarm to wake up early. There was, what promised to be, a rare estate sale, a luxury home filled with luxury goods, all appearing practically brand new, and I sure as heck wasn’t going to miss it. God forbid. I clearly needed to get there as early as possible to satiate my somewhat problematic long running addiction. On the way, in my swanky car, still half asleep and a bit grumpy, I passed a homeless person, barely standing, selling the Contributor on

I don’t know about you, but I’m about at the near end of my rope. My fellow humans, no need to name names, abhorrent behavior as of late, has been making me feel a bit out of sorts. I’d say I want to pull my hair out, except, at this age, my hair is falling out quite naturally on its own which is a whole other problem altogether. Let’s start small with my personal dealings with men. No need to throw all men under the bus. Just the ones I seem to meet. More often than not, o

This wouldn’t be a Kvetch column if I didn’t start off with some classic Jewish mother guilt trip that I laid on my son, who, thank goodness, (thank goodness because that means he is healthy and beyond my generation worn tactics), was not having any of it. I recently read somewhere…(opening a paragraph with that phrase, you just know I’m heading down a rabbit hole)…like, did I read it online, and if so, where online?...Facebook, Instagram, MSN newsfeed, etc. because, let’s fa

It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m thinking about love and funerals. And it’s not because my love life is as good as dead. It’s because love and funerals are entwined. What is a funeral after all but the love and honoring of the deceased. Speaking of which, I recently attended a community member’s funeral and upon reflection I realized how much I’ve come to enjoy on some level, attending funerals. And not because I’m some psycho or anything. Wait. I’m having to stop writing this co

After a comment I had made in one of our recent staff meetings, a co-worker remarked that I need to be an online personality. He said he’s convinced I’d have a lot of followers. To which I retorted, “Yeah…so they can follow me right off the cliff.” I then asked my co-worker if he’d like to be my manager, or agent. I need to be monetized. I need help. I know that can be taken many ways and should be. All of this came about during a share in our monthly staff meeting, after be