Growing up, I’d come home after school, say hello to my stay-at-home mommy, give her my empty lunch box, tell her about my day, and start my homework (so Dad could check it over before dinner). House nestled snugly in the suburbs? Check. Trips to Disney World? Check. Parents still…
When it comes to what goes into my mouth, I’m pretty discriminating. (I’m a vegetarian; what did you think I was talking about?) I also staunchly oppose the “five second” rule, thoroughly inspect cutlery, own a toothbrush sanitizer, and carry antibacterial gel in my purse. But on a Friday night…
She borrowed your clothes without asking – and they looked better on her. And remember when she put a dent in Dad’s car — and blamed you? If you can’t imagine a fate worse than being trapped with your sister in your childhood home, take a lesson from Maria Celia…
Somewhere in the pages of my mother’s supersecret blackmail photo album, there are pictures of me with fishnet stockings on my arms and creepy black eyeliner on my face. The neatly printed caption beneath reads something like: “Our daughter’s brief stint in the puberty-induced purgatory of teen angst and passive-aggressive…
Owen Ashworth, AKA Chicago-based Casiotone for the Painfully Alone, is inspired by collecting used shoes and strange Florida wildlife. We would tell you more about him, but we really don’t know that much – after all, his bio totals nine words. What we do know is this: Vice Magazine called…
Rolling, writhing lesbians aren’t exactly a dime a dozen where I come from. My mama raised me deep in the heart of Texas (that red, cattle-ropin’, lethal-injection-givin’ stretch of pancake-flat land where everything is fucking bigger). And in my holier-than-thou hometown, good luck finding a decent drink special, let alone…
Looking for hot bitches? Look no further than Barkapalooza 2008, a sunny weekend extravaganza for pooches and the people who love ΄em. (And who occasionally kiss ΄em open-mouthed. You know who you are.) Besides bitches, the tail-wagging attractions include the South Florida Air K-9s, a doggie racetrack, and vendors galore…
Good news for anatomy-lovers: You’ve spent your fair share of time in the sand, studying the bikini-clad human body. Now it’s time to shun those UV rays and ogle bods in a more socially acceptable way, because 73 bronze sculptures by Edgar Degas have popped up in Boca Raton. These…
