I’ve decided to give up drunk texting booze for a month. I am on day 15 which is an accomplishment in and of itself. What prompted my temporary abstinence from the sauce? A myriad of things, but to name a particular instance: last weekend I went to a party. ‘Twas
You can’t spell San Francisco without a few exes. From the person you had a one-night stand with six years ago, to the one who suddenly stopped texting you after dating for a couple months, to the person you loved so completely that it nearly broke you: Running into people you’ve been involved with is an inevitability.
This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the SF Examiner. I wrote it the morning after the election. I still feel that the Democratic party is sabotaging itself by not taking hard left populist turn. As I write this, it is a beautiful day in San Francisco. It’s in the
So. You’re in New York City. You’re pregnant. And you’d like to stop being pregnant. There are a number of ways you could have gotten here, and a number of ways you could feel about it. You could be single or partnered, younger or older, someone who already has kids
Grab one of these Impeach President Bannon shirts (we have lots of colors) and 1/3 of my profits will be donated to the ACLU. Men’s crew neck here. Women’s crew neck here. Often times when people are dying from a terminal illness, they get a two or three day reprieve right before they
This originally appeared on September 8th, 2016 in my Broke-Ass City column for the SF Examiner. “How crazy is it that, at this point, Oakland is way cooler than San Francisco?” I asked Matthew and Dan this as we descended the steps at the West Oakland BART Station. “There’s really
Usually, we have until late April before the local anomaly of people wearing shorts and tee shirts inappropriately takes place. It’s a fun NY tradition; we make fun of their optimism and are rewarded with smug laughter when they end up stuck in a blizzard, desperately trying to hail a