by Dee Dee Thompson I thought if I didn’t go to college, I would end up broke, living at home, working a low paying job, and unhappy. Nine years and two degrees later, I’m in debt, living at home, working a low paying job, and quite frankly… depressed. There isn’t

by Laurie Riihimaki Have you contemplated suicide in the last few months? You know, just saying “hasta la vista, baby” to your pet turtle who couldn’t give two shits about you? If you haven’t thought about this heightened scenario, then you’re probably not a Millennial. But, if you are, then

I was compelled to write this after a matinee viewing of Disney’s new CGI-tastic Lion King with my mother-in-law, who kindly treated me to a movie and popcorn on a recent visit. We caught a 4:30pm showing of this seemingly harmless family film together and ended up sitting uncomfortably through

Welcome our bi-weekly column, “Ask a Grown Up” in which you can ask and have your most burning questions answered by a supposed grown up. Howdy-doody (heh, heh doody) Broke-Ass-a-roonies! It is I, Kate, the smartest of alecks, the most supposed of grown ups here with another installment of Ask

they chose to sell those products even though they fully understood why doing so was dangerous, they all amassed gigantic fortunes because of their deception, and now they all have to pay their debt to society.

I used to go to Eddie Rickenbacker’s during How Weird Street Faire’s in the past.  I’d sit at the bar in a weird costume, order a shot and a beer and grin at the floating bikes while trading stories with other How Weirdos…enjoying every minute of the oddly historical and

Christmas is fast approaching and, thank god, because at this point images of Mariah Carey singing “Santa Baby” literally project onto the inside of my eyelids when I close them. As tough as hearing the same stale songs over and over is, it’s even tougher spending the holidays alone. Luckily,

By Rachel Fogletto So, you’ve been diagnosed with ADHD as an adult, and you’re probably thinking, “What do I even do with this information?” If you’re anything like me, you’ll write a painfully funny standup bit about it and pray your doctor doesn’t ever look you up on YouTube. If