In case you missed this, the HOLLYWOOD sign was briefly transformed into the HOLLYBOOB sign. I love it. I am, however, also reminded of the fraud I perpetrated as an elementary school student—when I lied about knowing what the word “boob” meant. This, I recall vividly. A bunch of kids

You live in Whitehall, Ohio. Your house needs to be painted. Only you’re tired of boring paint jobs—one stroke after another after another. Blah, blah, blah. You’ve been through that all before. The painter shows up, lays down some plastic, fills the paint trays and gets to work. So. Fucking.

On June 28, 1997, Tommy Shaw left me tickets to attend that night’s Styx/Pat Benatar concert at Radio City Music Hall, with backstage passes for after the gig. My friend Robyn Furman and I attended the show. We skipped backstage. There was, after all, a fight I wanted to watch.

We can all agree living through a pandemic blows. From sickness and death to isolation and depression, it’s been one eternal slog of shit. You think hope is coming, then it dims. You think the nation’s attitude is improving, then you see some maskless bobo strutting through the toothpaste aisle

Thirty years have passed, which implies progress. I mean, generally that’s how it works. We improve with the upping of years and the ticking hands of a clock. In technology. In science. In understanding our fellow humans. In treating people with dignity and equality. And yet, when it comes to

So a few moments ago I learned of the trade that brought Lions quarterback Matthew Stafford to the Rams in exchange for two first-round picks, a third-round pick and Jared Goff, the 26-year-old signal caller. My initial reaction was, “Holy shit! The Rams got themselves a quarterback!”—and I texted a

Earlier today it came to light that Marjorie Taylor Greene, Georgia representative and 2024 GOP presidential frontrunner, blamed the California wildfires on a Jewish space laser operated by the Rothschilds. She was scorned and ridiculed by the evil mainstream media, and I am here to step up and be truthful.

Back when I was a high school junior, I wrote an article for the Mahopac High School student newspaper about cheerleading. My controversial take—cheerleading is an activity, not a sport—did not sit well with the sport activity’s participants. On the day The Chieftain came out, I was sitting in the

In case you missed this, a recent lawsuit filed in U.S. District Court for the Northern District of California claims that Subway has been lying, and there’s no tuna in its tuna. Gasp. This is supposed to be a scandal. It’s not. The scandal would, in fact, involve Subway’s tuna

My friend Chuck Creekmur posted this on Facebook recently, and like the great Chuck, my first (second, third, fourth, and fifth) instinct was to gag … My sixth instinct was to think, “Nah, this can’t be true.” My seventh instinct was to do the Google Yup, it’s true. Rolling Stone,