Tech types and Elon Musk fanboys have their Uniqlos in a bunch over a new app called Clubhouse, an invite-only social media app that offers the ability to listen to other people talk that already exists on approximately 800 million other apps. The app is receiving all manner of fawning

Rents are going down and there is an eviction moratorium in place, so you’d think things would be pretty slow in the eviction department right now. But some ruthless landlords are flouting the law and performing evictions anyway, and Vice reports on a phenomenally cruel new app that they call

Another local restaurant has bitten the dust, and food delivery apps are causing restaurants to go under instead of helping them stay afloat. “Online ordering does more damage to a business than it helps,” says the out-of-business sign at just-shuttered Gaslamp Cafe. “Any profit from the sale is stripped away

Anyone trying to swipe on Tinder now gets immediately accosted with a new ‘Updated Terms of Use and Privacy Policy’ that you have to agree to or else you can’t get any action. Tinder assumes you’re so hookup-hungry you’ll click ‘Agree’ on anything. But what are you agreeing to here?

Sick of big box stores? Ballin’ on a budget? Queen of the deals? Second hand Santa? Then you’re probably aware of the vast universe of obtainment that is Craigslist. If you’ve done business on Craigslist you know there’s the few regular possibilities that can occur from posting, shopping and/or transacting;

This originally appeared on App 360 in 2014, so some of these (hopefully) may not longer exist. There’s an age-old question that goes something like “What’s worse, the person telling the stupid joke or the person laughing at it?” The same principle applies to apps, but with a twist: “Who’s worse,

Your alarm goes off. “Fuck…” you mumble to yourself. Your mouth tastes like bad decisions and your tongue feels like sandpaper. You’re not sure if you’re hungover or still drunk but you know you’re in such bad shape that you’re even creating new swearwords, “Oh Jesus fuckhammer” you groan. Then

Your alarm goes off. “Fuck…” you mumble to yourself. Your mouth tastes like bad decisions and your tongue feels like sandpaper. You’re not sure if you’re hungover or still drunk but you know you’re in such bad shape that you’re even creating new swearwords, “Oh Jesus fuckhammer” you groan. Then