I’ve seen my future, and it’s pretty hairless.  My dad…bald.  My mom’s dad…bald.  The great Magic 8-Ball of genetics has pretty much already foretold my destiny: Outlook Not So Good.  As a result of this, I like to try new shit with my hair every so often just because I

  Ah, the old Facebook relationship status feature: at once a a source of drama, a pathetic attention-seeking strategy, and hotbed of facts you never wanted to know about your boss, highschool classmate you haven’t talked to in ten years, or “frenemy” you don’t have the balls to de-friend. What

You know those annoying Living Social “Pick Five” type-quizzes from facebook that always superfluously appear on your newsfeed?  Well, it’s about to get even more thrilling, because this time, I get to elaborate!  CAN YOU IMAGINE?!  Well, to be fair, I’m also sort of ripping off The A.V. Club’s Nathan

The arrival of the Jelly NYC Pool Parties can only mean one thing: it’s. fucking. summer!  Contrary to popular belief, I’ve found that I’ve had way, way more fun, and been more happy about my life overall during the summers I’ve not been in relationships.  The following exchange took place

Watching movies on a date: not just a social anxiety crutch!  You can tell a lot about a person and whether or not they’re someone you want to date, from the movies they like, hate, or at least enjoy discussing.  So who is this clown you’re about to stick your

In honor of Gay Pride Day this past Sunday, I’ve compiled a list of 10 awesome people who currently are or should be gay icons in the LGBT community, but for some reason are not revered at a Judy Garland or Streisand level.  Thus, I demand a recount to include

Steve Harvey, self-proclaimed “king” of comedy and non-doctor or professor, has been making the rounds in the media with his (apparently, NYT bestselling) book Act Like A Lady, Think Like a Man.  Wanna rip your face off yet?  I sure do! Essentially, (as though you couldn’t already tell from the

I’ve lived in San Diego, Redlands, Long Beach/LA, Florence (Firenze), and New York.  I’ve visited an array of North American, Mexican, and European cities.  One thing that remains constant no matter where I live or visit is the insane types of catcalls and pickup lines hurled at me.  It seems