I rented "Grey Gardens" and am reading "Fear of Flying"—no wonder I’m so confused about what it means to be a woman! At 32 and 9/10ths years old, should I concentrate on procreating? Should I feel guilty for my jetset, unmarried lifestyle? Is it okay to enjoy life and travel? Am I on a slippery…
by Stephanie Block You don’t think it’s possible, and I don’t blame you. An organized life? You’d need a magic wand, the storage space of ten men, and besides, don’t hanging files and folders kill trees? Save a tree; watch your life slowly drown in a sea of junk mail. Never fear, Emily Wilska is…
The other day, a homeless man threw up all over me in the lobby of the Sony Metreon. I firmly believe that this is due to the negligence of Sony, and I want $90 to replace my vomit-coated jacket. The Sony Metreon, here in San Francisco, is a huge megaplex (read mutli-storied shameless advertisement/temple to…
So there I was at 7 am on a Sunday morning, gainfully making my way to a divey sports bar in San Francisco’s lower Haight. The fog was thick, the gay pride parade was gearing up across town, and even though shootings were not uncommon on the corner where I found parking, it was too…
Take me out to the ballgame. Make out with all the players…is that how the song goes? If I’m not playing your song, sister, then you just gotta tune into the whole spring training thing. It’s no joke. Let me ask you a couple of questions: do you like sunshine? Do you like men? Then…
Whether you’re a Republican or Democrat, and no matter where on earth you live, what happened at the very first annual YearlyKos gathering of the netroots (as opposed to grassroots- Internet roots) should be an inspiration to us all. Over the weekend in Las Vegas, at the historically kooky off-strip Riviera Hotel, 1000 very informed…
by Stephanie Block Kidnapped. You’ll be kidnapped. Cartels will kidnap you. Cocoa and kidnapping, the druglord breakfast cereal. The prize inside the box is you, bound and gagged, wishing you’d gone to South Beach instead. This is how Colombia perched in my mind; a clawing bird ready to imprison me in its bleak and powdery…