I know it seems like a no-brainer to stop talking to/seeing/fucking your ex.  But, you know how it is….sometimes it just kinda takes a long time for you or them to fully let go.  And sometimes, it’s completely impossible to talk your friends out of something that they can’t help

So you’ve successfully nabbed your date back to the old pad.  Instead of filling the noise with an endless stream of your unstoppable chatter, it’s probably a good move to throw some music on.  This can be tricky, because you don’t want to come off as sleazy, lame, or just

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

Hey, you know what’s not acceptable in almost any circumstance?  Breaking up with someone via email.  I mean, maybe if you’re breaking up with your Second Life wife, that’s one thing, but if you’re over the age of 15 and you’ve met the person you’re dating in real life, writing

Don’t you fucking hate it when you meet someone gorgeous, and everything seems to be going okay so far: they don’t like The Dave Matthews Band, they have a reasonably respectable job, they’re not raging lunatics as far as any of your conversations have gone, but then all of a

I don’t know exactly exactly at what point the Western world decided that THIS counts as an attractive teen idol, but baaaack in myyyy daaaay, (pre-Hanson, most definitely), the celebrities my friends and I had crushes on probably had at least 1-2 pubes.  Look, I know by definition that teen

As with whoever wrote about 90 Types of Bitches, likewise, I say there are a comparable amount of types of assholes.  I, however, am just going to share a a few with you here and now. Now YOU can determine what kind of an asshole you are or know in

I guess this post might be a bit too late for Valentine’s Day, but, well, I trust that most of you have all survived in one piece.  But for those of you who have horribly fucked up, well, I guess you still have today to make up for it.  And

If the amount of ex-boyfriends/ex-people I used to bone trying to get back in touch with me out of nowhere all of a sudden is any indication, it seems this new year has especially been about taking inventory of one’s life.  It’s a time of self-reflection, a High Fidelity-style “what