Zodiac-shaming — the practice of treating someone differently and punitively because of their astrological sign — isn’t a total joke. You never know when someone will judge you for your cosmic family tree.Continue reading
Twitter has a new therapist. Surprise, surprise, it’s a frozen steak brand.Continue reading
When Jessica N. first signed ont Tumblr, he had no idea who he was. Sure, he knew some of the things he liked — Dr. Who, introversion — but at the time he didn’t have the vocabulary to describe himself. He was young and lived in a small city.
And the award for the best social-issue movie of the year goes to … a story about a woman who falls in love with a fish.Continue reading
Fall: that time of year when all of your friends drag you out our of your warm apartment and into the wild to gather up one of the crappiest fruits in the game.Continue reading
Meet Julie. Julie has a big heart, four crumbling teeth, and a passion for sniffing vaginas. For the past 10 years, Julie has served as my beloved dog and trusted confidante. I’ve loved her since the moment she walked into my house, asked for a pet, and then politely shat on the floor …
The year I turned 25, I became a children’s birthday party entertainer. Or, actually, I became a Mad Scientist™ children’s birthday party edutainer. At the time, I was going through your standard-issue millennial crisis and came to the realization I should “try acting,” because that’s always worked out well for people . . .
When Jennifer P.’s roommate moved out earlier this year, the 24-year-old Florida native saw an opportunity. While many people in her situation might choose to get a new roommate, Jennifer, who now had a full house at her complete disposal, decided to go a different route. (Featured in Salon, New York Magazine, and Gawker)
Jerre Kalbas is a lifelong New Yorker and a ninety-seven-year-old lesbian. When I tell her that there are only four remaining lesbian bars in New York, she drops her rice cake. “Four?” she asks. “That’s terrible. When I was growing up, there were so many.” I feel bad telling Jerre this news. I worry that my generation disappoints her. I want her to finish her rice cake. Continue reading