It is no secret that the admissions committees are very concerned about what you do with your spare time -- be it volunteering with lepers in India or interning as a trapeze artist with Cirque du Soleil.
Kanye West has opened my eyes and there is no going back. The two experiences are exactly, exactly the same. In Hollywood you have gifting sweets, million dollar deals, access, social capital, hedonism, wealth and more -- AKA the same thing Blacks dealt with in the '60s. Agreed, Mr. West! Agreed!
Coworkers of Jennifer Moore were shocked to discover that Jennifer, an administrative assistant with the condition known as "resting friendly face," is actually a huge bitch.
Before Allied forces leave the house for the Middle East, hadn't they better remember some simple things like closing and locking doors and remembering which airport captured terrorists will be arriving at?
According to sources at the United Nations, neither the troubling events in Syria or Ukraine have changed in the slightest in the wake of a man with so many thousands of Twitter followers deciding to call it quits.
Thousands of vain Americans are outraged after Facebook announced its new "original nose" policy. Effective immediately, the social network giant will begin cracking down on profile photos of the cosmetically-enhanced.
Like all great games, works of genius, love affairs, and near death experiences, there is a defining moment, in Scrabble, that reigns supreme -- one existential, moon howling, Job-in-the-belly-of-the-whale moment that, metaphorically speaking, I imagine was at least partially responsible for Van Gogh cutting off his ear.
When I was a freshman in college, I self-diagnosed some uncomfortable itching in my nether region as a yeast infection, and marched myself to the nearest pharmacy to fix my ailing va-jay-jay.
After announcing my liberation from Facebook, I'd get all kinds of kudos and fan mail from people who told me I was a hero, a revolutionary, fighting the Orwellian shackles that Zuckerberg had chained us with.
The absence of music makes the show move superfast, at a pace "regular" podcasts would be hard-pressed to match. What Fernando and Greg may lack in podcast quirkiness is more than made up for with caffeinated, high energy, radio hijinks.
I'm not saying it's OK to poison cats -- it's not; it's animal cruelty -- and I'm not saying I want to poison my cat. I'm just saying I would find it very selfless of him if he were to volunteer for the experiment.
Here's a basic truism: in sports today you can either be a beater, a cheater or a Jeter. And since there is only one Derek Jeter, the other two categories are getting awfully crowded lately.
Whatever the reasons for Cheney's new mission to blame someone for the mess in Iraq and Syria, one thing is for certain: he won't stop going back in time until he's found all the culprits, including those who are long dead.
The one thing I have noticed about this whole Yo-splosion thing, is much of it seems to be aimed at the 20 something crowd. If it's really that good for an aging body, why not forget the friggin' Hipsters and throw us over 40 crowd a bone?
Today is Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year, when you can trade in your English Happy New Year for the Hebrew L'shana tovah meaning "for a good year". The party begins promptly at sundown, so the common joke among revelers scrambling to leave their nine-to-five is to call it "Rush-a Home-a" (insert laugh track).
I need my own island, and not because I hate everyone, but because I am a hermit. So, I started thinking -- if I could have my own island, what would it be like?