Snowboarding has been good to me. It gave me a reason to go to Aspen to harass Hunter S. Thompson and hit on foreign au pairs and nannys. But that's all over now. This year, I will not be snowboarding.
Rolling Stone resorts to cheap parlor tricks such as getting interviewees drunk and conflating quotes to get a headline or two. It's not a secret on this side of the fence -- grabbing any underling to represent the boss.
Supporters will read Obama's Baltimore performance as a takedown. But don't expect to hear about it beyond YouTube. Conservatives will still appear on the Sunday talk shows to declare that the world is flat.
The recent "Sexiest Man Alive" issue of People features a sweet photo of Johnny Depp wearing a Gonzo pendant.Given all the speculation on the meaning of Gonzo, now might be good time to give a quick rundown.
Ever since Cat Stevens embraced Islam, the West has been clueless when it comes to accepting the former superstar. His latest release, Roadsinger, is a good start in rebuilding that emotional bridge to Stevens.
For more than a century, Americans have been annually treated to one of the most bizarre and deranged sporting events ever devised. The Derby is a full-on freak show, encased in a bubble of ersatz southern elegance.
My late husband, Hunter S. Thompson, said that he was a teenage girl trapped in the body of an elderly dope fiend. On Saturday, I realized His Holiness is a teenage girl trapped in the body of a Dalai Lama.
One of Hunter [S. Thompson]'s unintended legacies may be that people think that uninformed invective is an acceptable form of political discourse. Did Hunter beget Ann Coulter? She may be his illegitimate child.