Oh, the Internet. We love it and hate it for many reasons. One of them is the instant gratification we receive when posting on social media, like that of instant revenge. With one click, you can do so much harm. Yelp is the epitome of this. But to all the people who are out for a vendetta via Yelp, here’s a few things to consider before you put your fingers on that keyboard:

Imagine you’re a single parent working as a mechanic and making regular installment payments to the SF court on a couple of traffic tickets you got a couple years ago for speeding and jaywalking. A few months into the payments, your child is diagnosed with a medical condition.

Lent.  Up until a day year ago I thought it was just one vowel off from the shit you can find in your belly button. As time has gone on, however, I’ve learned that it’s so much more than what I did with my sweater.  It’s the commemoration of the period before

The SFMTA has given notice of approximately $6.1 million in unclaimed funds for overpayment and duplicate payments received for parking and transit citations issued between January 1, 1995 and June 30, 2012.  The deadline to fill out a claim is March 3, 2016!  After that any unclaimed funds will become the property

Dear Mr. Justin Keller,

Thank you for your letter voicing your concern over the current problems facing our fair city, San Francisco. I read that you’ve been here over 3 years, so I can imagine how hard it must be for you to see the city change from the clean, quiet tourist destination of 2013 to the vile, riffraff-saturated hovel of 2016

Justin Keller’s absurd, entitled, whiny, anti-homeless rant got me thinking about this. Not long ago I was walking near Church and Market and suddenly there was a bunch of hubbub behind me. You know what I’m talking about, it’s not loud and raucous but there’s some kind of disturbance that sets

Not many people get a second shot at virginity. It’s a particular blessing of the post-op transgender experience that I didn’t expect would weigh so heavily upon me. I feel like a teenager again, full of curiosity and a longing to participate in this super awesome thing everyone else says

That we’re a collection of recklessly tattooed, semi-sociopathic violators of traffic regulation and the social contract. Whole Foods checkout clerks on bikes…