It was my first day on the school bus, and only my second day of kindergarten, and I just assumed that the bus would take me home.
It’s funny what you can forget.
As a mother with a 6-year-old of my own, I was horrified to hear about the first-grader in Nebraska City who got on the wrong bus and was dropped off in a town 15 miles from his home. (Thank goodness for the guy who saw the kid walking down the highway, crying, and stopped to help.)
I kept thinking about …

Sorry, this recap is posting so late. Everybody in my house is sleep-deprived and coming down with a cold. It’s very house of the living dead over here ….

And it wasn’t much better on the runway this week. (How do you like that transition.) Tim and all of the judges were as crabby as I’ve ever seen them.

This week’s theme was American sportswear: design an outfit for Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis.

It quickly became apparent that none of the designers actually knew who Jackie O was. Andy, for example, thinks that Jackie O is a character from Final Fantasy VIII.

So Kanye West was terrible on the Video Music Awards Sunday night.
But I forgive him.
He was a different kind of terrible than last year, when he interrupted Taylor Swift and made a complete donkey of himself.
I forgave him then, too.
I hate to think what I wouldn’t forgive Kanye West for — or a situation where I wouldn’t defend him.
Last year, after the MTV awards, I was all, “He’d obviously been drinking” and “He just lost his mom” and even “Sometimes creative people behave erratically.”
I know that Kanye’s obnoxious. His ego …

In my Wednesday column, I write about how Kanye swings between ridiculous and sublime. No where is this more evident than on his Twitter feed.

What’s most surprising about Kanye’s Tweets, for me, is how happy he is. And optimistic. When he’s not Tweeting about over-the-top interior design, he kind of sounds like a page-a-day calendar. (If you have any interest in the Taylor Swift incident at last year’s Video Music Awards, it’s worth checking out his multi-Tweet apology on Sept. 4.)

Here are my 10 favorite curse-free Kanye tweets, so far:

My column Wednesday is about how much I love Kanye West despite — and sometimes because of — his bad behavior.

Musically, I never get tired of Kanye. (As everyone who’s been in my car in the last five years can attest. Everyone except my kids.) He’s on my shipwrecked-on-a-desert-island list with U2 and the Beatles.
I wanted to share a few of my very favorite Kanye songs and lyrics, but I have to warn you: Kanye West almost never completes a sentence that’s safe for work. I picked his cleaner videos, …

Don drinks (less). Joan meets the only man alive who isn’t impressed by her pen necklace. And I wish that last week had never ended.

If you checked this post earlier, it’s new and improved, with video.

World-Herald music writer Kevin Coffey and I hosted a VMA livechat. If you missed the chat — and the show — here’s how it went down.

If you’re old enough to have worn skinny jeans the last time they were popular, you’re probably too old to wear them now, right?

Right?

Too old and too fat, right? I mean, they are called skinny jeans.

So if you wore skinny jeans — and leggings and stirrup pants — the last time they were popular, some time in 1987, then you’re probably too old to wear them now . . .

Right?

No. Not right. Wrong, in fact. Wrong.

The theme this week was resort wear. (The sort of clothing one would wear when invited to go yachting with Jacqueline and Ari Onassis.) I always think of resort wear as sunny and joyful — clothes that say, “I’m rich and tan, and it’s nothing for me to spend weeks out of the year drinking champagne cocktails on the world’s most fashionable beaches.”

When the PR designers think resort wear, they think “I’m rich and tan, and I like to wear clothing that is the exact color as my skin. Bring me more beige!”

After a woman has a baby, there’s a lot of talk about getting back into her jeans.
Are you back in your jeans? Are you almost back in your jeans? Oh my God, I’m back in my jeans!
It isn’t just something that happens or doesn’t happen, in time. It’s something your friends notice, that people comment on. If you’re a reality star, it’ll land you an Us Weekly magazine cover.
Getting back into your jeans is a big twisted rite of un-passage, and it’s not very tricky to sort out the symbolism …