by Laurie Riihimaki Alright, let’s get real for a sec. There are a few reasons why we make up excuses for men when they ignore our texts. Firstly, we never want to admit that our dream-fuck is ignoring our texts. Like, even if we know our worth, have our shit

From texting about your penis to killing a baby dolphin for a selfie, don’t do these things with your phone…

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

Broke-Asses, tell me – do you have time for a quickie today? Great! Me, too! Here are three questions with quick answers that range in topic from female masturbation -to- what to do if it’s too cold in your office. Enjoy! L.G. in New York, asks: “Grown Up – my

The only time I feel compelled to date these days is when other people encourage me to get out of my personal bubble. So, I try. It seems that I can’t find a happy medium, and the following reasons deter me from moving past the initial first dates and often

So you think just because you’re not actually slurring your way through a drunken late night phone conversation that using the text messaging function on your telephonic device will make you appear less insane?  Think again, friend.  Drunk texting may even be WORSE, because although most of the time, you

It seems to me that the more of an overactive imagination you had as a child, sometimes the more that sort of thing can carry over into adulthood, and subsequently, other aspects of your life– like dating. After reading this hysterical thing about over-analyzing texts on The Hairpin, it really

So far, June, for me, has been filled with a lot of torturous waiting for random guys to text me back. As it turns out, this is not a super fun theme for a month to have. Mostly it involves trying to determine whether he’s busy, the text I just

Milk is fucking up this nation, or something, because I’m watching the national spelling bee and there is currently an enormous 13 year old 8th grader with Conan the Barbarian hair, hulking frame, and full crustache.  Then, like the champion he is certainly not considered to be at his elementary