We don’t remember where the inquiry originally came from, but we’ve been contemplating average pop star age for some time, and so we finally buckled down and crunched the numbers … Continue reading
Did you miss the VMAs last night? If so, don’t worry about checking your DVR. I live-tweeted the entire thing so I could recap it today. No need to thank me.
Do you have an unexplained rage toward T-Swift? Continue reading
You’re a deadbeat season, winter. And now I’m going to dye my hair purple and start dating some tattooed, Harley-riding caveman to get back at you. Continue reading
I need my moustache. Need it. And not just because without it, I look like a burn victim. I need it because not only does it define me but, it defines everything I am not. It is more than just my man-badge, more than proof that I am a male over the age of 14. It’s hard to reduce something so complex, magical and transformative as a moustache into mere petty and crude words. I will attempt at the very least to respectively discuss the mystery of the champagne of facial hair. Continue reading