Soft music in the background. Essential oils in the air. Ivan, your masseur, gently kneads your back. Your mind begins to drift. Hey, what’s with the butterfly fingers? Harder … harder … c’mon, girly man, harder.

When it comes to ...

Doc Brown’s plutonium heist. Scooter Libby’s chat with The Washington Post. Your dormmate’s attempt to grow bud in the closet.

You’re justifiably skeptical of a man with a plan.

But here’s a reason to make an exception: Halo Salon ...

Between the temperance movement, the tireless campaigning, and pre-Industrial Revolution hygiene, poor Susan B. Anthony had it rough.

But the lady did have one advantage: She never had to live through the indignity of a Brazilian wax.

You, on the ...

You imagine heaven as a cloud-covered wonderland where everyone is as nice as Mandy Moore in A Walk to Remember. Hell, on the other hand, is darkness, sweat, and dirt, like Christina Aguilera’s “Dirrty” video.

When faced with that ...

You salsa like a Spaniard. Swear like a Scot. And have a questionable history of walking like an Egyptian.

But you haven’t really lived until you’ve ridden high like the Dutch. On a city bicycle, that is. (C’mon, we know ...

You’re as trendy a gourmand as the next would-be food blogger, but overpriced, overhyped restaurants don’t sit well with you.

Judging from the constant rumble in your jungle, neither do their offerings.

Could be time to sacrifice prosecco, foie gras, ...

Needles, bull semen, bird poop. When it comes to beauty treatments, you’ve never been afraid to go to extremes. After last week’s butt facial, you really have tried it all.

Suffice it to say, you’ve hit the ...