-I thought my buddy Brett summed me up quite eloquently when he recently said, “Karo, you’re a people person who hates people.”  It’s true.  I make a living interacting with others on stage and via email.  Yet the thought of talking to humans under any other circumstances is so repugnant to me that I even buy my toilet paper online rather than leave the house.  But I’ve realized that it’s only a small segment of the population that draws my ire, and in turn gives everyone else a bad name.  These people are known by a variety of monikers, though I think one is most appropriate: jackass.  

-Guys, wearing only a V-neck undershirt to a bar is not acceptable.  Neither is sporting a blazer over said undershirt, unless you’re going for the “just went to the dry cleaners but only half my order was ready” look.

-Athletes, if your team scores an upset, don’t complain to the interviewer afterward that “Everyone doubted us.”  Of course everyone doubted you – you fucking sucked until just now!

-If you recently got stuck in unusually gridlocked traffic in San Diego, you can thank my friend Christina, who ran out of gas in the middle of the highway.  Sure she’s a doctor with two degrees from Georgetown, but that didn’t stop her from buying a car with a manual transmission – even though she doesn’t drive stick – just because the automatic didn’t come in the color she wanted.