Jordache jeans, make me a woman. Please.

I did not have “the look.” But I knew I wanted it. The particular look in question was not explicitly spelled out in the early 1980s Jordache jeans commercial that started my frenzy of confusing “want” with “need.” Let’s just say it involved multiple women in some odd tube-top outfits carrying what looked like the…

Yes, Virginia . . .

He so wants to believe. He wants the magic to be real. Don’t we all, really? My eight-year-old has been practicing his stealth ninja walk for weeks now, thinking that he’ll trip a certain someone up when presents are being laid under the tree on December 24. He’s just not sure which certain someone he’ll…