The black-and-gold JPEG invitation arrived in my inbox back in June, miraculously dodging the spam filter. "You and a guest are invited to join us as we celebrate our 40th anniversary." It was from Hustler magazine.
Unless you have been living under a rock -- or if you don't use social media (same thing) -- than you have heard of the Ice Bucket Challenge.
Alan's Alley is more than a store -- it's a real New York experience, and a precious Chelsea treasure. If you are a New Yorker -- and especially if you live downtown -- here's why you should drop by the new location.
Again, it seemed too silly to take seriously. Consider: The book tells the story of 13-year-old Brenna Strong, who spends a Saturday morning running errands with her mom, Bea ("Be Strong") and her dad, Richard ("Dick Strong"). Just like thee and me -- only Mr. and Mrs. Strong carry handguns for self-defense. Openly.
What is the meaning of life? Seems like a simple question. In reality, the answers can be pretty hilarious! They're certainly as different and unique as the people on Hollywood Boulevard.
The brilliance of Putinism lies in the regime's management of the public's habitual cynicism by appropriating the tools of conspiracy-mongering.
After all, the two of you haven't spoken in months. Why emerge from the woodwork now? Did she really like Game of Thrones, or was it rather your attention that she sought, and succeeded, to garner?
At MTV we were struggling with this assignment to create an animated show for girls. It hit me we already had what we needed. We would consider Daria for a show of her own.
While I agree there's a social maturity required in expressing irreverence through appropriate channels, the Church is missing out on a deep authenticity of the human experience if we continue to fear irreverence, instead of finding beauty in it.
Q: Why write a book now? A: Now that The Tonight Show with Jay Leno has run its course, I thought a memoir about ...
You've been to Costco, right? You've seen the people who set up a stand and give away samples of meatballs or fish sticks or crab dip, right? You kn...
There was little reason to consider having a threesome when I was single. It was hard enough to find one guy who made me want to shave my legs. If two reasonable men materialized, I would pass one along to a girlfriend.
Coulter buttresses her warning that the growing interest in soccer is a sign of our nation's moral decay with the facts that soccer "is foreign... the French like it," it is "like the metric system" and, worst of all, "You can't use your hands in soccer."
Next time you're contemplating sending a "Yo" to a person in the hopes of a positive response, take a step back and consider what yo doing.
Many fine poets never get paid, but I am a poet who occasionally does get paid, thanks to Amazon. That alone is not a good reason to take the side of Amazon in the current publishing conflict.
OK, I admit it. I'm a sap for nostalgia. So when my 40th college reunion reminder popped up in the email, I bolted into reverse. Who wouldn't want to "Reflect, Rekindle, Reconnect" -- words the Notable Class Reunion Chairs cooed in their beckoning letters to the alums.