Nothing forces a serious conversation to grind to a halt like a puppy. "He has tricks!" Additional stills below.
As soon as I was old enough to speak, my father began quizzing me in the car. "Who sings this," he'd ask as we drove along, listening to the oldies station. "You have two seconds!"
It's come to my attention over the past several days that I am perceived as a "bad feminist." Some readers seem to think I am some sort of woman-hater who only values the opinions of dudes. (Those readers are not dudes.) Um, this is really really not the case. But the realization prompted some soul-searching, because…