Lifting a satirical leg on pop culture since 2004
Choose your handshake like you would your weapon: carefully, and preferably after washing your hands.
There was a time when a handshake was a simple affirmation: I greet you, I will not stab you with the other hand. Now with… Read More
Raw dogging, at its most raw, is the art of facing life without prophylactic–no prep, no plan, no emotional helmet. It is the spiritual cousin… Read More
Move over, composting toilets. Step aside, blue-chemical porta-johns that smell like a Smurf’s hangover. The future of human waste management has sprouted in a plastic… Read More
An ancient Bruce Springsteen grimaces through another chord, proving even guitars can beg for mercy.
Bruce Springsteen: You probably do not read open letters, Bruce Springsteen. You have people for that–Jersey cousins who double as roadies, unpaid interns who learned… Read More
In the ever-expanding buffet of bourgeois self-improvement, where kombucha is considered a personality and breathwork is somehow a career, the latest delicacy is microdosing regret.… Read More
Keywords, for the computer illiterate, are shiny little bait words that websites toss at Google like glitter at a bachelor party. They are meant to… Read More
America has always been a nation of moods–angry moods, hungry moods, “why does my neighbor mow at 6 a.m.?” moods. But the mood we desperately… Read More
Local man attempts to paint his way out of reality—accidentally numbers the clouds, his regrets, and the concept of free will.
Paint by Numbers Day begins with the illusion of precision. One awakens not to possibility, but to a grid–an invisible scaffolding imposed upon the chaos… Read More
