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There was a book about this, “The Baby Boon: How Family-Friendly America Cheats the Childless.” (I can’t really recommend it because Ann Coulter gives it her thumbs up, but the author makes some good points.) Most people around here — including me — would argue that America is NOT family-friendly. However, many

As a writer who is probably much longer in the tooth than any Gawker employee, I can’t tell you how much I miss the days of having editors around. And headline writers. And caption writers. Now we do it all ourselves and get reamed by the commentariat if we make a fucking typo.

I was at that Yo Yo a Go Go — also to see Sleater-Kinney! I still have a stack of vinyl records I bought on that trip. I was, in fact, a bleach-blond girl with a pixie cut. Maybe we said hi!?

I am seriously going to have nightmares now. I have seen the shadow man in a hat but always thought it was my imagination and did not realize it was an actual thing.

Woah, I had no idea Hat Man was a thing. I swear I saw a shadowy man with a hat on a rooftop once. We were using a Ouija board late at night and had lit a bunch of candles. All of a sudden — and this was a typically calm night in mild San Diego — the wind whipped up like crazy and blew every last candle out. Then I