Author: Justin Fair

Digital Platforms

This blog pulls from my…

Oh these internet devices.

Newspapers or Hearsay?

“You know people use to get their news from newspapers, because professional newsrooms took separating fact from fiction seriously. And employed people who had studied how to do that. But now people get their news on Facebook by sharing. Or as it used to be called, hearsay.” Bill Maher

Word to my mother

Word to my mother. See? I’m not crazy for selling those old books on Amazon; but I am for wanting new chinaware…

Sorry, Nobody Wants Your Parents’ Stuff
Advice for boomers desperate to unload family heirlooms


Many boomers and Gen X’ers charged with disposing of heirlooms of family members who have passed away are unprepared for the burden — or unwilling to face it. (From Next Avenue)

“Young couples starting out don’t want the same things people used to have,” says Susan Devaney, president of NASMM and owner of The Mavins Group, a senior move manager in Westfield, N.J. “They’re not picking out formal china patterns anymore. I have three sons. They don’t want anything of mine. I totally get it.”

The Ikea Generation
Buysse agrees. “This is an Ikea and Target generation. They live minimally, much more so than the boomers. They don’t have the emotional connection to things that earlier generations did,” she notes. “And they’re more mobile. So they don’t want a lot of heavy stuff dragging down a move across country for a new opportunity.”

And you can pretty much forget about interesting your grown kids in the books that lined their grandparents’ shelves for decades. If you’re lucky, you might find buyers for some books by throwing a garage sale or you could offer to donate them to your public library — if the books are in good condition.

Sorry, Nobody Wants Your Parents’ Stuff

After my father died at 94 in September, leaving my sister and me to empty his one-bedroom, independent living New Jersey apartment, we learned the hard truth that others in their 50s and 60s need to know: Nobody wants the prized possessions of your parents – not even you or your kids.

American Flag 

“Insulting Colin Kaepernick says more about our patriotism than his” by Kareem Abdul-Jabbar on the Washington Post

We should admire those who risk personal gain in the service of promoting the values of their country. Both athletes are in fine company of others who have shown their patriotism in unconventional ways. In 1989, when a federal law prohibiting flag desecration went into effect, Vietnam Veterans burned the American flag as a protest to a law curbing the First Amendment. Their argument was that they fought for the freedoms in the Constitution, not a piece of cloth, and to curtail those freedoms was an insult to their sacrifice. Ironically, the original purpose of flag desecration laws between 1897 and 1932 wasn’t to prevent political dissent, but to prevent the use of flag imagery for political campaigns and in advertising.

Insulting Colin Kaepernick says more about our patriotism than his

During the Olympics in Rio a couple weeks ago, Army Reserve second lieutenant Sam Kendricks was sprinting intently in the middle of his pole vaulting attempt when he heard the national anthem playing. He immediately dropped his pole and stood at attention, a spontaneous expression of heartfelt patriotism that elicited more praise than his eventual bronze medal.

Miss Manners: Why do my dinner guests think it’s OK to be late?

I’m in wedding RSVP shenanigan-land, and I can use a drink.

GENTLE READER: Miss Manners is loath to question the hopes of Southern mothers, good cooks and hospitable hosts, and she lacks sympathy with tardy guests.

But you sound in need of a drink.

It doesn’t have to be alcohol, and you don’t even have to drink it yourself. But you could save yourself angst by providing the usual half-hour in which those who arrive on time are served drinks and small nibbles.

Now please stop tearing your hair out; it might get into your beautifully cooked food. Miss Manners is not absolving the latecomers; she is going to teach you to retrain them.

When you issue invitations for 6:30, you should add, “We will be sitting down to dinner promptly at 7.” Not only will this warn the stragglers, but it will relieve those who time their arrivals to avoid the endless cocktail hours to which other hosts have subjected them.

You will have timed your food accordingly and should serve it at the announced time. Guests who arrive later should be seated then, and told graciously, “I knew you would want us to go ahead.”

Lest you feel rude about doing this, Miss Manners assures you that there is distinguished precedent for this. That Southern gentleman George Washington insisted that official dinners over which he presided would be served at the announced time, explaining that delay would upset the cook. In your case, you know that to be true.

Miss Manners: Why do my dinner guests think it’s OK to be late?

Posted: 08/22/2014 11:45:34 AM PDT Updated: 08/24/2014 07:27:37 AM PDT DEAR MISS MANNERS: My mother was from the South, and accordingly she impressed upon me the fine art of entertaining guests in one’s home. I love to cook, and I truly prefer to cook dinner for friends over meeting at a restaurant.

Good Black News: Editorial: What I Said When My White Friend Asked for My Black Opinion on White Privilege



Everything this article has to say, but especially:


9.  On my very first date with my now husband, I climbed into his car and saw baby wipes on the passenger side floor.  He said he didn’t have kids, they were just there to clean up messes in the car.  I twisted to secure my seatbelt and saw a stuffed animal in the rear window. I gave him a look. He said “I promise, I don’t have kids.  That’s only there so I don’t get stopped by the police.”  He then told me that when he drove home from work late at night, he was getting stopped by cops constantly because he was a black man in a luxury car and they assumed it was either stolen or he was a drug dealer.  When he told a cop friend about this, he told Warren to put a stuffed animal in the rear window because it would change “his profile” to that of a family man and he was much less likely to be stopped.  The point here is, if you’ve never had to mask the fruits of your success with a floppy-eared, stuffed bunny rabbit so you won’t get harassed by the cops on the way home from your gainful employment (or never had a first date start this way), you have white privilege.


EDITORIAL: What I Said When My White Friend Asked for My Black Opinion on White Privilege

Yesterday I was tagged in a post by an old high school friend, asking me and a few others a very public, direct question about white privilege and racism. I feel compelled not only to publish his query but also my response to it, as it may be a helpful discourse for more than just a handful of folks…