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Melissa Carter: Growing up, slowing down

Melissa Carter

This is the time of year we eat a little less and exercise a little more. Summer clothes have less fabric so it’s harder to hide the effects of a french fry fetish. But as we curse our reflections in the mirror, the very basic reality is that we simply don’t live very healthy lifestyles.Turns out, watching four hours of TV every night will always take its toll on a body.

Take the generations before us. My mother, Millie Pete, walked up to two miles to school every morning, and two miles home every evening, throughout her childhood. My father walked about a half mile each way. They each grew up on a farm, which means most of the food they ate was grown by their own families.

Yes, I know there are people who live in Whole Foods, only after they have spent an ungodly amount of time in an expensive gym. But for the rest of us, it is not as simple as needing a slap on the butt and a “You can do it” pep talk. As a generation, we just aren't active people.

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Melissa Carter: The truth about women in media

Melissa Carter

Last week was a pinnacle in my radio career. Vikki Locke invited me to speak at a “Women in Media” charity luncheon, and I was introduced by Mara Davis. I have listened to these two amazing women and looked up to them for years. 

The opportunity to speak to my mentors along with a room full of women was an honor.  What I said may not have been that encouraging, but it was the truth.

My speech was titled, “What Was Said to Me When the Microphone Was Off.” That topic could have kept me there all day.  But I limited my speech to three of the most shocking statements that had been made to me during my career.

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Topher Payne: Tag. You’re it.

Playwright and writer Topher Payne

I came out to the customer care lady at the cable company. I’d called because I decided I wanted to watch “The Prizewinner of Defiance, Ohio,” and my cable box, confused that anyone would wish to see this film, froze up completely.

So I called the help number on my screen, and the representative addressed me by my husband’s name.

I said, “No, this is Topher, his husband. I’m authorized on the account.”

She replied, “Oh, yes, I see. You’re the other Mr. Payne. What can I do for you?”

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Food Porn #21: Greatest show on earth

Food Porn

Janet and Robert settled into their folding chairs under the tent of the House of Gay Human Oddities on Cheshire Bridge Road. It was late Saturday night, after midnight, and many gay men and a few women stopped to check it out on their way home from the clubs. Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence collected the $5 entry fee.

A couple of carnival-style food stands were in front of the yellow tent, which glowed like a full moon on a foggy night. These weren’t the usual food trucks. Instead they sold take-out food from Robert’s favorite cheapies, like Arepa Mia, Bell Street Burritos, and Miss D’s New Orleans Pralines — all inside the Sweet Auburn Curb Market.

Across the street, 11 mostly gay members of the Clean-up Cheshire Bridge Brigade (CCBB) demonstrated in support of gay City Council member Alex Wan. He would soon be introducing legislation to purge the road of “nonconforming” businesses — meaning sex venues — to make way for gentrification.