The seas are rising, the bees are dying, and Donald Trump is the commander & chief of the most decked out army the world has ever seen. We’re not going to have another free election, the social safety net is unraveling & the brightest minds of our generation are focused

You’ve heard it before, and you’ll hear it again: it’s better to be safe than sorry. In a time in our country’s history, where the future of our health care is on such shaky ground, we need to take care of each other. We need to look out for one

I didn’t grow up with religion so I’m easily impressed by inconvenient rituals, and exercises in deprivation that make me feel vaguely smug. I’ve always been susceptible to cults like political campaigns, yoga, (tantric sex), retreats & extreme diets. Anything to fill the void. I recently started the keto diet. For the

Dolores Park is something special. Truly. It’s located at the perfect nexus of the Mission, the Castro, and Noe Valley in one of the warmest microclimates this city had to offer. The relaxed and welcoming vibe of a house party is unmatched anywhere else. So as much as I’d like

Temperatures and hemlines are rising — which means it’s catcalling season. Days are longer, and tempers are shorter. Instead of taking all that frustration out on your loved ones, unload on someone that deserves it – like men who make women uncomfortable in public. If you’re a woman over thirteen

By Katie Barbaro Let’s face it: therapy is expensive and rarely covered by insurance. You’ve probably asked yourself, “Do I want to pay out of pocket for an hour-long therapy session or feed myself for a month?” (Answer: FEED YOURSELF, per Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs.) Ideally, therapy will someday be

They are literally everywhere. Every turn you take, every profile you swipe… they’re there. Hiding in your phone, in your coffee shops, in your apartment building. If you’re not careful, you’ll run into one. No, I’m not talking about blackheads, terrorists, or asbestos – I’m talking about fuckboys. They’re literally

By Katie Barbaro May is Mental Health Awareness Month—AKA a great excuse to write a light-hearted article about my eating disorder. Let’s dive into the heavy background-y stuff first, shall we? I’ve had an unhealthy relationship with food for as long as I can remember. When I was 8, I