Grumble magazine

Where the elite meet not to eat meat.

“The melody wouldn’t sound like anything at all without the underlying repetitive stuff.”

The attitudes that persist, even among women, about women in power.

Taking things one month at a time.

A love that dared not speak its name? Soapsuds doesn’t buy it.

The next generation doesn’t need to shop until it drops.

Coming out and coming around.

Not all words are loved by Fortune.

You can’t just click “Back” when there’s no place like home.

The taxonomy of the toddler-toters.

I’ve got one hand in my pocket and one old album playing.

Reliving the past is not always totally tubular.

Here comes the bride, there goes the money.

Be ready for your 15 seconds of fame.

The thin line between beeping and burping.

What’s a non-Barbie girl to do?

When you’re balanced on the tightrope of work-life balance, remember…

Blushing over a little blush.

Jazz hands, everyone!

Washing your mouth out with soap-flavored candy can give you a jelly bellyache.

Unleaded, premium, or pixie dust?

The old country brings new insights.

The red, white and true.

Tubby is born again… or maybe just born.

Preying on the traditional.

A fair and balanced offering.

Fish knows he’s in the right.

All the cool kids are doing it.

Buy one, get another full price!

Soapsuds is fed up with cherubic cherubim.

As if having walnut-sized brains wasn’t bad enough.

Kumquat’s earnest confession… and resolution.

Fajitas has a few things on his mind. Five of them.

History is always in the making.

Too much of a good thing.

Something is eating at Soapsuds.

Finding culture where some thought there was none.

The color that has Mur seeing red.

A mish-mash of literary knickknacks.

Humility is always a best-seller.

The Big Jew is keepin’ it real (unlike his TV).

A right that shall not be infringed.

No one asked Mur for her opinion.

Toots is feeling a little Dow in the dumps.

I’ll have a crappy job with cheese, please.

Elfpants informs the Internet.

What are we leaving behind?

New Hope or New Crap?

Sugar and spice and everything’s unfair.

Touch her, and you’ll learn that she kicks, too.

Why o why isn’t it her?

Elfpants gets wild and shaggy, since you know what they say…

Martini shows he’s much wiser now.

No standing, no sitting, no anything. The Kabob’s own little corner of hell.

…and here’s how to keep it that way.

Bundles of joy, oodles of hesitation.

When Mascots Attack.

After all, it’s only spilled milk.

We are living in her material’s world.

Outrunning the Snails and Giraffes.

To everything there is a season: a time to be serious.

Writing about… writing.

The royal pageantry.

Meeting someone in the 21st century.

Crack’s terrible secret.

Please keep your head and hands inside the ride at all times.

The classics sliced and diced.

The 12th step is pureéing.

This song is… how you say?… catchy.

Advice to the advice-givers.

Sailor Mur explains how we’re all in the spotlight.

Don’t stop believin’ in a better playlist.

How to aim high when swinging low.

Name that loon!

Holiday Inn: a weapon for good?

Elfpants… uh….

When plastic surgeons go bad.

No power to the people.

The Doc’s election-time advice.

Dr. W gets into the ring with his convictions.

High school’s not all it’s Cracked up to be.

Gustatory “Mortal Kombat”.

Trojans! Skimpy clothing! It’s not what you’d think.

Elfpants wonders.

Fish wears his thoughts on his sleeve.

The reptiles have something on their (walnut-sized) minds.

One scoop of bitter.

It ain’t exactly Don McLean.

The thin line between Marx and nougat.

Liquid diet.

e-gevalt!

Fajitas stumps for the accused.

It’s a simple question.

In defense of propriety.

Fish’s portfolio is growing.

Drive yourself crazy.

Fish enters heavy rotation.

Lucas vs. Lucas.

Elfpants lays it all out, genre by genre, explosion by explosion.

Crack feeds her addiction.

Martini takes a classic game to its logical, post-modern extension.

Politics makes strange bedfellows, like Fish and Larry Flynt.

Crack observes the territorial habits of a common mammal.

Test your hip-hop IQ.

…and Fish can prove it.

Fish is all undressed with no place to go.

Fish discovers the new censorship.

Mahk vs. Fish.

The rise and fall of American consumerism.