I get tired of MTM's package. I mean, don't get me wrong. I like to unwrap things as much as the next girl......even when I know what's inside.
Especially when I know what's inside.
I don't like surprises.
But MTM and his package........how do I type this?
When does a girl become a woman? Develop those fabled feminine wiles? Is it during wide-eyed, chub-cheeked infanthood? Her inaugural surf of the red wave? Maybe it happens the first time she, um...........logs her First Time. Or maybe it's the first time she enjoys it.
You don't have to spend much time around here to figure out I have an interest in history. People don't change much, do they? We complain about the salaciousness of today's news media, but our third President, Thomas Jefferson, actually purchased entire news outlets to spew venom at his political enemies, all hidden behind the quills of reporters who repackaged his words as their own.
Whenever I visit Pon Pon Chapel of Ease, I feel closer to our flawed Founders.
Charleston will be in a tizzy today, or at least certain elements of it, as an unabashedly-contemporary building gained approval last night at the City's Board of Architectural Review. To embrace the controversy, I thought I'd re-run MTM's piece about his views on Charleston and contemporary architecture:
Can this ever mean a good day?