Maybe they don’t even realize it. They have grown up for so long in the cage of their beauty and have come to imagine that everyone is afforded their treatment.

4. It’s not a hickey, it’s a tattoo… of a hickey.

Like many others, I spent four of my most formative and drunken years in a deeply involved love affair with Boston. In the wake of Monday’s tragedy, I’d like to…

Space is recoverable. The status of a college degree, the income from a job — recoverable. Time is not. This time you have now is it. You will not get…

Becoming more acutely aware of how precious all the time you have with your older family members is, and how not a single day with them is guaranteed.

The Hooded Sweatshirt Douchebag

10. Mild hallucinations are setting in. Did my puppy just mumble something about Cee Lo Green’s tiny hands and smile with a full set of human teeth?

That you’re essentially paying thousands of dollars to end up with a piece of paper and maybe a job that pays off your debt. Maybe.

Answering a phone call while still in their bed and telling your friend “I can’t talk right now, I’ll tell you about it later.”

Once again, Corporate America tries to sell us on the notion you need a specific item to fulfill a given function when you can use practically anything soft to substitute…

Don’t talk to strangers, don’t talk to Anthony Hopkins and especially don’t talk to an island-based cult of women who worship bees.

A film so empty, lazy and artless that it doesn’t even bother to spoof the movies that it’s ostensibly supposed to be parodying, or bother to tell any real jokes…