by Laurie Riihimaki It’s February, and all the candy aisles are stocked with red heart-shaped boxes filled with sticky caramels and nutty chocolates. There are giant teddy bears near every register. Florists are pushing roses by the dozens to everyone passing by! Valentine’s Day is near, and looming. Valentine’s Day
Valentine’s Day is just a day away…oh, joy! Nobody really knows why we claim Feb. 14 as the one special day of the year to express the love. If you look at different origin stories the holiday may be based on, it makes no sense at all that we choose
This isn’t an easy task, because the moment you Google “poison”, you’ll just get some wiki post about the American rock band or Bel Biv Devoe’s hit song from 1990. So, I’m here to tell you exactly how to get the job done right…with a bit of style.
This is the second Booze and Show giveaway of this kind for us at Broke-Ass Stuart. We aren’t celebrating or promoting the traditional Valentine’s Day date (who the hell wants to sit in silence for two hours at a movie?). Instead, we’re giving you the tools that will theoretically lube you
Female comedians are selling off live male bachelors at a Valentine’s weekend comedy event that will have you snort-laughing while raising money for Planned Parenthood. Enter the Matriarchy, A Valentine’s Day Celebration provides anti-patriarchal Valentine’s hilarity with SF’s funniest female comedians featuring Kate Willett and Rachel Lark, and auctioning off
An open letter and part one of Freddie Cosmo’s Love/Sick series running all month long. Dear Taylor, I wish I could apologize for all that I’ve put you through but I can’t do that because I’m not sorry. Love hurts sometimes,T-swizzle. It sucks and it’s hard and it sucks
Part 2 of Freddie Cosmo’s “Love/Sick Series” running all month long. When you crack open that bottle of wine vodka whiskey… Mary J. Blige – I’m Going Down (Welcome to the pity party.) Joy Division – Love Will Tear Us Apart (Misery has RSVP’d.) Kelis – Caught Out There
There’s nothing quite like a slew of glittery cardboard hearts, strategically plastered throughout the lifeless windows of New York City’s retail stores, prepping themselves for that one day in February. There isn’t another imitation holiday that can arrogantly compete, nothing else that simply screams out: commercialized holiday bastardizing the idea