He used to live in the same condo complex as my cousin. He went out running one morning and someone called the cops on him because they didn’t recognize the black man running through their neighborhood.

There’s alot of unattended children in Southie bars today....

Fucking Charlie Hustle there out front.

Ah, New England. Where they drink their 40’s faster than they run them.

I’m a hunter, and I know I always feel the proudest when I use bait to lure an animal that I have no intention of eating and that has become acclimated to being in the presence of people (which removes any sport in it) nominally outside a protected area for the sole purpose of counteracting the shame of my shockingly…

“During our telephonic meeting today, the board was briefed on our recent discussions...” said the guy who is definitely NOT an alien trying to siphon off earth’s precious natural resources.

Not that it’s terribly important, but for some cultural context: for middle-class Torontonians, going up north to cottage country is a yearly ritual in summer. If your family doesn’t have a cottage, it’s likely that you’ll know someone who does. For a lot of kids, visiting friends at their cottages represents, for…

I get confused about the “friendzone”. As a phenomenon, I believe in the existence of the “friendzone”—i.e., it’s what you call the state occupied by one person who is not regarded as a sexual option by a given acquaintance, though the respective parties’ gender identities and sexual orientations are otherwise…

Isn’t that the logic behind friendzone as well? Making friendships with the intent to fuck.

Holy shit, can we please not ratify the skeezy and dishonest conduct of Nice Guys™ who “befriend” women just to get into their pants? Not only is it unfair to the women in question, but it miseducates young men, sets them up to fail and probably breeds MRAs the way that Taco Bell left out too long breeds…

This is an interesting study to report on, but the tone of this article (namely, presenting it as advice) is very MRA/PUA. Like, we’re supposed to start ostensibly platonic friendships with people under the expectation that they owe us sex and we will eventually ensnare them into a relationship? Because that’s what…

Stupid? You’re smart. You’ll see soon enough how stupid people could be. People who survive such crashes and go out after recovery right back into street racing even with suspended/revoked licenses!

OH. MY. GOD.
It’s Happening!!!

I don’t talk about this often because it’s still hard to think about, let alone write it down, but I think I’ve mentioned it a couple of times here and there. Almost exactly ten years a person I loved very much was killed by a street racer.

Thanks for writing this. I also have an open, honest letter to street racers:

Spend $49k in car parts.

How is someone supposed to afford track time after droping $50k in car parts?

As a stupid 17 year old, I agree with you. You never really know when something bad will happen until you flip over 2+times in the middle of a busy intersection because you were distracted. I was stupid, I often liberally went over speed limits, and I am pretty sure my fate was heading for an accident. Don’t be…

I’ve worked at ESPN. I’ll take the scrubs any day.

Pff, I hate it when a series doesn't have the guts to kill off characters.