This Saturday, January 9, 2011 marks the 10th annual No Pants Subway Ride in New York. If you remember, our very own Spendthrift Scribe posted the event last year. Well, now San Franciscans can join in the fun, and based on how many inexpicably pantsless people I’ve seen in SF,

I can never get over how expensive it is to see a movie. This week there are a bunch of special movie events that are either cheaper or more special than your average flick. Mostly because they are all beloved films that happen to scare the bejeezus out of me.

Although I will be with my family tomorrow night talking about the baby Jesus and pretending Santa is real for my way-too-old-for-that-shit little brothers, I realize that 1. Not everyone celebrates Christmas, so to many this Saturday is just another Saturday, and 2. Since so many SF-dwellers are transplants, not

The Christmas countdown is getting intense — only three more days until I am forced to sit nervously around a table with 20 relatives and their screaming kids, wondering if my sister will spill a full glass of red wine on my cream-colored dress (true story) or if my boyfriend

Guess what?  There are — no kidding — only NINE days left until Christmas Day.  That’s a little over a week to search, scramble and scrounge for the perfect gifts you haven’t gotten yet.  I’ve heard tell of folks who finish all their holiday shopping months in advance, taking advantage

So if you’re a television watcher, you probably watch Family Guy.  It’s boundary-pushing, inappropriate, un-PC, crude and insensitive — basically all the qualities you want to cultivate in your own life.  I knew a douchebag a couple years ago who loved the show, which made me not want to watch

I was standing in line today behind two old ladies. I mean, really old ladies. I mean, so many wrinkles you can barely see their eyes old. And one of them said in her thick New York accent: ‘œI went to see Burlesque and that Christina Agoraphobia is such a