Cranial Nerve: Summer History Textwreck

Isn’t summer great? Yeah, me too. But you know what isn’t? When my speech-to-text thingie completely mis-transcribes what I say into it. I’ve always fancied myself an articulate sort. Though, back in my hometown of Boston, people were thrown by my lack of local accent (Weh da fak yoo frum? Keeahnadah?). In

Soy Vay: A Multicultural Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving to my mother is the only day in the year we can eat with the family and not overload on matzoh balls, gefilte and kugel. I’ve never understood it. She’s never been one to play Mah-Jong with the girls or cook in the kitchen until the smells of judaism

Filthy Friday: Here’s The Poop.

I bet you’re one of those people who can’t remember the last time they pooped their pants. I bet that’s real nice. I bet you have an easier time negotiating rents, raises, and the price of that pair of Rag and Bone jeans you know you are always going to

Filthy Friday: Alive, Yet Dead

I’m going to tell you about this thing that happened to my vagina. And it’s a really gross one. I’ll wait here a second while you put down those yogurt raisins you were eating. Done? They’re back in the snack drawer? Good. Let’s begin. Just a for-instance, let’s say you’ve been

50 Reasons I Should Be Your Boyfriend

Recently, our correspondent Jona Whipple came across this Craigslist gem. Most of the time, the m4f section is a sea of dick pics in which no woman would wish to drown. However, Jona was lucky enough to wash up on the shore of a real gentleman and his “50