Since I officially announced that I was running for mayor the main question everyone has been asking me is “So, what’s your platform?” because that’s what you’re supposed to ask. The thing that most people don’t get though is that platforms are rolled out throughout a campaign. Like, what’s Hillary Clinton’s platform?
Summertime is here! And that means bad sexual decisions. But you can make up for those bad decisions by doing the responsible thing and getting your bits checked for various sexually transmitted infections. We’ve listed nine of the best free STD testing clinics in San Francisco… but feel free to
Since I have a big, loud, obnoxious voice in The Bay Area, I figured I’d lend it to my fellow mayoral candidates who also want to see Ed Lee dethroned. Not everyone has the millions of dollars that Lee has or the reach that I do, so it’s only fair to
Lets Just Call It What It Is I used to drink the altruistic Kool-Aid that the omnipotent “sharing” economy is taking over the world. The harsh reality is that there has been a lot less sharing going on than advertised. Since sharing is a social exchange that does not involve profit, by definition,
It’s a funny thing—the places in the world with the hottest weather are also the most intolerant of nudity. Try flashing a nipple in Latin America and and look around for some nods (nods of “you’re about to die”). Show some cheek in the Arab world and see how many friends
Yeah we went there, we tracked down the 10 worst places to get a burrito in San Francisco. Hours worth of data collection, dozens of interviews with food experts and drunks allowed us to compile the totally unbiased, indisputable, MASTER LIST of the absolute worst burritos in San Francisco CA city limits. Nate Silver, Anna Maria Barry-Jester, and Five Thirty Eight…eat your hearts out.
I originally did this piece for The Bold Italic in January 2015. Shortly afterwards it closed down. And now it’s back open. This piece is updated version of a piece I did in 2011. The incredible illustrations were done by the brilliant Jon Stich. Living in San Francisco means being torn apart. It means having people