When I was 23, my friend and I lived in a tiny apartment in the Upper East Side where we shared an inflatable mattress and used our oven as a heater. We had a tiny TV and all we could watch was Dexter, 27 Dresses, and 500 Days of Summer.

Let’s talk about Beyoncé. People love her; people hate her. There seems to be no in between. She’s either a queen or a demon. She’s too black for some or not black enough for others. I’ve heard people call her a singing stripper, a devil worshiper , a poor role

Tick-tock! Who’s there? It’s your biological clo… It is quite funny that an article on clocks, biological or otherwise, should be written by someone who has never been on time for anything. It’s not that I’ve not completed stuff, it’s just that I have a penchant for not doing them

We could all take a cue from Justin Bieber and move on in a whole lot of light in lieu of darkness. So, here’s how to tell your ex ‘Go Love Yourself’: 1. Donate all of his/her favourite clothes to your local charity shop. I did this once, and to this

Listen up boys! I’m about to drop some real wisdom here, and you might be disappointed to learn that your sexual approach is all wrong. No, real life is not a porno and women don’t just get wet at the sight of your dick. We need foreplay and have fantasies

It was a 4th of July. I was fresh from spending 2 years in LA and I’d arrived with the promise that my Ex-boyfriend, Bob and I would get back together, except he dumped me instead… Nevertheless, the important ex in this story is a piece of human shit named

For some Valentine’s Day is a wonderful occasion to show your snuggle bug how much you care for them. Millions of couples will be cuddled up with a nice bottle of wine and a lovey-dovey film. For those of you who reject the notion of being entertained by warm and fuzzy