As someone who couldn’t even handle learning the recorder in the fifth grade, I give mad props to anyone who is even remotely musically inclined. If you even kind of play the guitar, you’re a total superstar in my eyes. If your clarinet skills recall that of a snake charmer
Full disclosure: I was on the quiz bowl team in high school. Actually, I was captain of the quiz bowl team. For four years. Now that’s a Code Red Nerd Alert if I’ve ever seen one. That being said, I have a soft spot for trivia, or any kind of
Patti Smith is pretty much the quintessential New York icon. No matter how you slice it, that lady is badass. For this reason, the whole of New York City– and hip people everywhere– collectively peed their pants over her recent book about her relationship with artist Robert Mapplethorpe, Just Kids.
Hailing from the greater San Diego area, I’ve come across a handful of American flag-waving vigilante a-holes who make it their life missions to patrol and “protect” the U.S. border from immigrants who are supposedly going to steal their jobs, and ruin everything. You can probably guess how I feel
Look around you– art is everywhere. It’s mounted gloriously on the white walls of the museum, in gorgeous sculpture gardens, and displayed on the refrigerators of doting parents. And sometimes, great art is found in the crapper. At least if you’re the legendary artist Keith Haring, who painted an awe-inducing,
I think that pretty much everyone goes through a “60s phase” at some point in their lives. Whether you’re into the music, the tumultuous political and social goings-on, or the totally groovy fashions– the swingin’ 60s were for sure a culturally rich decade. Now you can get inspired by all
Siddha yoga: kinda culty, totally awesome. I was first introduced to NYC’s Siddha Yoga and Meditation Center when my boyfriend told me to stop being a psycho bitch, and get a little inner peace in my life (okay, he may have used less-harsh terminology to describe my rage-filled state, but