Not only did I not de-man cave my honey's house, I embraced it. I didn't just incorporate the skulls and the antlers and the rifles and yes, even the shockingly long walrus penis bone my almost-husband has displayed in the master bath into my decorating endeavors, I highlighted them.
What I have not accepted is that not only do I not look the "look," I no longer talk the "talk."Ā I am an outsider, a foreigner who does not understand or use the language of the young, hip and beautiful.
Poseurs, Deborah Vankin's funny, touching graphic novel about the adventures of young adults immersed in L.A. party culture, reminds me of how I learned to decode the notorious "Hollywood No."
Long words can be fun to say for your own amusement or just to annoy your friends. After all, who hasn't reveled in the syllabic rhythm of "antidisest...
College students, like our ancestors of yore, have the innate ability to develop languages all their own. We've compiled the ten best (some might say ...
Some of the apparent collateral damage from the recent Henry Blodget-on-Felix Salmon Twitter Folderol Of 2010 is that Blodget has ended up in the cruel and mocking embrace of the Urban Dictionary.
Branding! It used to be so much simpler. Times were that you could call your product "Verizon" or "Comcast" and while your name might be associated wi...
When my boyfriend accused me of being "salty," I had a sneaking suspicion he wasn't referring to my natal body composition. Turns out my lexicon lover wasn't whispering sweet nothings.