Me, in five television shows

Suzi learned about “The Big Bang Theory” before I did.

She had gone to her parents’ house without me one weekend right after the reruns had come out on syndication, and her mother had gotten hooked, which got Suzi hooked.

And then, Suzi got me hooked.

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Don’t throw out those videotapes yet

There were three technological innovations that completely changed the way I lived growing up in the 1980s.

The microwave meant being able to cook meals without much, if any, cooking ability, or heat up leftovers with minimal effort.

We didn’t have cable, so our satellite dish — a giant one on a pole attached to the back of our house — let us watch channels other than the three or four on our TV, although they were mostly sports channels because the hill behind our house blocked most of the satellites. (Not like I was complaining.)

And then there was the VCR.

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No accounting for taste (except for mine, of course)

Because everyone’s a sucker for lists, I spent some time the other day scrolling through NPR’s list of “The 200 Greatest Songs by 21st Century Women+.

There were plenty of artists in there who I liked — the highest-ranked on my iPhone is Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep” at No. 20 — but my favorite artist (and not just woman artist), Jennifer Nettles, was missing.

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What shall I do with this wondrous gift?

In any organization, no matter how dysfunctional, there is always at least one person — and it often is only one person — who has a clue.

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The woman on the game is not your mother (unless she literally is)



“Like listening to my ex nag me.”

“Sounds like my mom yelling at me.”

Women in sports broadcasting are used to men criticizing their voices. In my three years in sports radio, I’ve had more men complain about my voice than everything else about me combined — and trust me, there are a lot of other things they don’t like about me.

— Julie DiCaro, “Safest Bet in Sports: Men Complaining About a Female Announcer’s Voice,” The New York Times

How exactly does a sports announcer sound like he or she is “nagging”? In what way is it possible for a well-executed blitz to sound like yet another reminder to take out the trash?

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