I’m an Obnoxious White Hipster Who Never Really Liked Prince, Now What?
I fit every criteria for a stereotypical Prince lover: I'm white, and I'm an obnoxious hipster. But I can't help shrugging and letting out a pithy "meh."
I recently relocated to Los Angeles from Chicago, where I spent some time writing and doing Second City improv comedy.
I fit every criteria for a stereotypical Prince lover: I'm white, and I'm an obnoxious hipster. But I can't help shrugging and letting out a pithy "meh."
You filmmakers always say the same thing: "Make your own film if you're such an expert!" Well guess what, I don't NEED to. I have snark and a cultural studies degree.
Following my male cat's attempt to have sex with his sister, I realized that the real problem is endemic to the culture of rape in which he, and all cats, live.
The world has wept for Cecil the Lion. But what about Thurgood, my overfed Siamese fighting fish? My friend left him to die and certainly this deserves as much attention.
We may have won a victory in Washington for gay marriage, but we won't be able to run and hide in Canada when the 99942 Apophis asteroid comes knocking at our door.