Thanks to my best friend and her entire family (who were my primary babysitters before and after school), my childhood from ages 7 to 12 was filled with the comprehensive works of Mr. Michael “Sweet Lips” Bolton. As school let out, I would not have to scan the cars looking

OK, fine. It didn’t ruin my life. But seriously. It kind of did. I have been cursed with a love/hate relationship with the songs of my Zima drinking, shoulder pad wearing elders who loved them some artists like Richard Marx and the Tony Rich Project. Here are the worst offenders

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After a lot of thought and some research into interesting things that happened on February 15th (like Canada adopting the maple leaf flag), I realized that I’m writing about something too absurd to try and be clever in my introduction. Instead, I’m just going to tell you that tomorrow is

I was first introduced to Zeus through my boyfriend’s old roommate from Toronto. He always had friends passing though town, playing shows, crashing on the couch, his brother, Mike O’Brien, being the most frequent one. While everyone’s got those friends who always talk up their friend’s bands and so on,

After reading Anna’s hilarious post about farting on the first date, it reminded me that no matter how much we try to present this perfect, polished version of ourselves to the potential partners, our real selves always manage to surface sooner than we hope. While it’s great to be blissfully