Ah, innocence. When moral corruption has yet to trample our souls. When we haven’t compromised a thing. When everything about us is still truly original.
In short, when we don’t yet feel the need to dress like every other mall-addicted ...
Aren’t the holidays relaxing?
Leisurely hours spent shopping, a party or two with your best pals, and afternoons lounging with a cup of cocoa by the light-strewn tree.
Ha.
More like mad dashes through hordes of rabid screaming shoppers and ...
Come now. Don’t pretend you didn’t buy into that whole new-agey business of Buddhas, incense, love candles, and chai a few years back.
And don’t pretend you’re not still into it now.
If you do, you’ll never allow yourself the fun ...
She’s got legs. (Yeah, so do most of us.) She knows how to use them. (Um, ditto, people.)
To make a real splash with your gams, try Look from London tights.
Based in Brooklyn and made in the U.S. (no ...
What if the afterlife were just two huge nightclubs?
Some of us would be heading for that high-class club in the sky to be serenaded eternally by Billie Holiday and Kurt Cobain while sipping non-hangover-inducing mojitos. The rest would be sent ...
Despite the news stories, the warnings, and your own best judgment, you did it anyway. You traveled during the holidays. (Grandma sure knows how to put the screws on, sucker.)
You’ll come out of it alive. You’ll probably even do ...
Sure, strewing fabric about your home seems like an easy way to brighten things up. But there are hidden dangers.
Some may recall the Great Batik Blaze that tore through dorm rooms across the University Belt. Or the sad tale ...
Love letter, draft 1:
Your lips are like roses; your eyes, stars. You taste like cheese, the kind you put on nachos. I want to devour you.
Draft 2:
I love you like sunshine, draft beer, and breasts. Big breasts.
