Yes, broke asses, your childhood is becoming more and more of a distant memory. A new television season is in full swing. It is fall season right now, and as we celebrate new and returning shows, like Gotham—and all of its intimidating posters splattered across all of Manhattan—Friends became 20 years old.
It’s that time of year again… the time of pretending and fantasy. That holiday where one can dress up as anything they so desire and drop bad accents without shame. It’s Halloween. For some, this is the time to get the creative juices flowing, and for others it’s just an
A Guide to Surviving Fall in Portland aka: Summer “Went Out to Buy Cigarettes” and is Never Coming Back
So first off if you’re reading this, congratulations! You didn’t overdose or asphyxiate on your own vomit from partying this summer! That’s great and I’m sure your parents are proud. I hope you were right on the brink, though, and you got all the summering out of your system because look outside,
Over the past few years I’ve watched as San Francisco has been pulled out from under us and sold to the highest bidder. And I’m fed up and heartbroken. San Francisco is for everyone, not just the wealthy elite, and this is why I’ve decided to run for mayor....
It’s Fall! Winter’s sneaky little sidekick is creeping up on us quickly. As I write this you may be chopping down a bundle of firewood to get you through the upcoming frozen hell of whatever place you live in. Fall hasn’t reached California yet. We are still blessed with jacket-optional
Happy Fall! The days of fighting humidity, basking in the sun, and ignoring obligations to hit the beach are behind us. Fall, and a new job, arrived just in time for me to occupy my sunless free time and finally be able to afford more than ramen noodles. That being
Fall is one of my favorite times of year, now that I’m not in grade school. The foliage puts a new perspective on my favorite parks, fall vegetables are some of the best to cook with, and I no longer projectile vomit when I see how high my electricity bill
Dear, Winter I am writing you this letter in hopes that you answer my question—where the fuck are you? I have lived in the great city of New York for 25 years and this has got to be the hottest season of winter that I have ever experienced. You and