On my first visit to San Francisco, my friend drove me around on a tour of the city. While riding through the Tenderloin, I was looking at a woman vomiting and hiking up her skirt to pee on a trash can, when suddenly we crossed one street only to be

In honor of the Treasure Island Music Festival happening in The Bay this weekend, we’ve decided to do some interviews with bands about how to survive as broke artists.  Stu and I got some press passes to the fest, but nobody’s PR people wanted to let us interview them (they

We New Yorkers know how to put the mileage on our feet.  Here are two walking events this weekend that will allow you to enjoy the walk and not just worry about where you have to be.   Hell, you can even Jadewalk your way to the events! Brooklyn Walks Back

I know it’s slightly early for this, but considering how much I LOVE this holiday, this definitely did not come soon enough. Dia de los Muertos, which comes alive on November 2nd in the Mission, is a huge bloom of art, spirituality and lots of amazing stories. Translating to Day

Our San Francisco writers are rightly proud of the fact that they live in the country’s most progressive city when it comes to gay rights.  New York’s not far behind though; we are lucky enough to have a wonderful, vibrant, gay community that is supported by elected officials and the

Grandma’s clientele mostly consists of old people, poolsharks and pukers.  Patches from police, firemen and paramedics line the wall behind the bar while an old mid 80’s video game keeps a silent vigil over a dismal scene.  I hope I’m not drinking in places like Grandma’s in 30 years.  It’s

  Dead asshole and increasingly irrelevant journalist Christopher Hitchens famously posited in the January ’07 issue of Vanity Fair that women just aren’t funny because, instead, they are pretty and so they don’t need to be funny and so that’s why no women are funny. His game here is that he

One easy way to tell which city dwellers have grown up in the Golden State and which ones haven’t is that Californians tend to be fond of referencing ‘œearthquake weather’, usually have some bottles of water, an economy sized box of ramen or cans stashed somewhere, and swap stories about