This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column in the SF Examiner.   For many, bars are sacred spaces. People go to them to make memories, and to forget. They visit them to unwind, and get revved up. They hang out in them to catch up with old friends, and

Guest Post by Lauren Volper I started my service career at sixteen years old. Seventeen years later, and I have since managed to spill coca-cola on Sigourney Weaver at a diner in Poughkeepsie, New York, serve wine to E-40 at a bar in the Oakland airport, and shake a martini

This originally appeared in my Broke-Ass City column for the San Francisco Examiner As decades pass, etiquette evolves. Many things that were once thought of as rude or improper are eventually considered casual. Similarly, things that were once considered polite, can become old-fashioned or stuffy. There was a time when

Anyone who lives in San Francisco knows your ride home can make or break your night. You may see something devastating like a baby taking it’s first steps, or something hilarious like an elderly woman falling from her walker. Either way, you’re going to cry after you masturbate and that’s

Welcome to the third and final installment of our series on Dolores Park Etiquette.  The first one was General Guidelines, while the second was on Hipster Hill.  This time we’re focusing on Gay Beach. Prairie P’s and Q’s Ah, the verdant, pastoral southern slopes of Dolores, crested by sweet magnolias!

Welcome to the second installation of our three part series, Dolores Park Etiquette.  This week we are focusing on Hipster Hill: Dolores Park used to be for everyone. A place where hippies, junkies, hipsters, moms, kids, dogs, tennis players, garbage collectors, creepster wack job drum circles and everyone in between