In New Orleans, Mardi Gras is the most wonderful time of the year. People come from all over the world to celebrate this city-wide ode to decadence. As a New Orleans native, I’ve been doing it my entire life. Here are some hard-earned pointers for getting the most out of your Mardi Gras. Continue reading
Dear Lala,
I really enjoy the photos of beautiful rooms that you share on Crasstalk. As someone who has no natural design ability (as you’ll see from the fact that I still own a butterfly chair; mostly I use it as a receptacle for coats) I find them delightful and inspiring.
It’s pretty typical for old Chicago buildings to be long and narrow as that’s how the property lots run, and my problem is that I am not using half of the space in my small apartment at all (“the dead zone”). I’d say the main room is 30ish feet long by about 9 feet. Continue reading
1. Stay to your right. It’s like driving. Stay to the right half of your sidewalk, and the extreme right at that unless you are passing. There are exceptions: sometimes you have to cross over because of eddies of tourists, construction obstacles, busy building entrances etc. The most flagrant violation of this rule is walking to your extreme left, forcing people coming the other way to concede you the outside edge. It works, but total dick move.
Continue reading
I recently discovered that I like country music. Wait, let me rephrase that: I recently discovered that I like a very specific kind of country music: it should have a fiddle or violins, some guitar picking, and cannot be described as a “power ballad” of any sort. Continue reading
At best I would gloat and brag of my excellent mental health. At worst, I could be condescending and downright vicious toward anyone else’s “supposed” mental instability. Then one day I’m in therapy, and my therapist suggests, after a straight six months of feeling flat and disinterested, that I could be depressed.
Nope, not me. I don’t feel sad. I don’t cry under warranted or unwarranted circumstances, I don’t feel suicidal. But I’m so tired and everything pisses me off (I can now relate to anger without enthusiasm). Things that I normally like to do are unappealing and all food tastes bland. I can’t concentrate, can’t remember anything short term and staying in bed is so much more appealing then talking to people. I’m bored with everything and look forward to nothing. Except going home and going to bed, I can’t sleep enough. Booze (that I suddenly can’t stand the taste of) and various non-prescribed chemicals help…temporarily, and then I feel worse. Continue reading
Well, if this little girl doesn’t have a job waiting for her as a therapist, well, we just don’t know what. This will probably be the best thing you’ll see all day. And really, and truly, someone should pay her for her services. It’s not every day a grade schooler can break down the societal outcomes of the playground which just naturally is an allegory for most of the pivotal moments of our entire lives. “You need to toughen up a bit” should be written in gold somewhere. (And Paul Ryan should wear it today just because.) Continue reading
Some Reddit dude named ScottDS has spent the time to discover a Princess Leia “coke nail” in a still from Return of the Jedi as evidenced in the pic above via Buzzfeed. Continue reading
I dunno if there was ever anything in my life that scared me as much as taking my driver’s license road test. Well, ok, there were scarier things that just happened, but nothing that I deliberately signed up for, where I marched up to the counter and said, “Please inflict this horror upon me” and paid money for it.
I didn’t get my license when I was 16 and young and stupid and not afraid of anything, I left it a bit late. Continue reading
By now you’ve probably heard about the tumblr Rich Kids of Instagram which has got to be the equivalent to some sort of pictorial depiction of the biggest ocean of douche we’ve ever encountered. Like literally, it’s a grazing farm of assholes who’ve decided that you should see them all engaging in first hand assholery in a way that should probably never, ever be explored. Continue reading
Is there any makeup look more universally coveted (and universally failed) than the glamorous cat-eye? When I see a woman with a perfectly sculpted flipped liner end, I feel simultaneously awed, jealous, congratulatory, humbled, and pretty much every other feeling imaginable. After ordering to-go lattes several days in a row at a small, conveniently-located Italian restaurant, I couldn’t help myself. “Your makeup is beautiful. I just can’t do it and I’ve given up ages ago. Is it hard to do?” The barista smiled (that polite bitch had perfectly dewy skin and an infuriatingly radiant smile) and said, “It’s really easy for me now. I’ve been doing it pretty much every day since I was 14.” Continue reading