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If you’re anything like me, December is synonymous with thirty-one days of slothdom. It’s one month of chocolate, hot chocolate, See’s Candies, hazelnut lattes, and entire boxes of peppermint bark. It’s one month of using “It’s cold!” “It’s dark!” and “Dolly Parton’s made-for-TV biopic is about to come on!” as excuses not to drag my ass off the couch and do anything that makes me sweat. Which is why I lean on these YouTube channels for luring me out of my couch fort and getting me...
It’s official. Serena Williams has been named Sports Illustrated’s "2015 Sportsperson of the Year." She is the first individual woman to recieve the title in more than three decades, and after the year she’s had, SI couldn’t have picked a more deserving athlete.Williams entered her 2015 tennis season as the number one ranked player and the defending champion at seven tournaments. She held her number one ranking for the entire year, making her the first person since Steffi Graf in 1990 to hold the top...
Los Angeles-based artist Sarah Sitkin has an eye for the grotesque. Her photos collapse the boundary between spellbound and stay-the-fuck-away. Her use of the ugly as an aesthetic lure is definitely imaginative: never would I have thought of an ear attached to the back of my smart phone, for instance. More impressive is the fact that the artist creates her own costumes and sculptures which serve as fodder for the artists’ play with the hideous and the deformed. Sitkin's work is truly next level and brings...
In case you’re not panicking yet, allow me to bum rush reality onto your peace of mind: the secular holiday formerly-known-as Christmas will be upon us in exactly two weeks. “But what do I get for the person that has everything,” you ask? Well, feel free to push the thoughts of others into the back of your mind for a few days more, because our BUST Craftacular is just a couple days before the holiday:11 a.m. to 7 p.m. Saturday 12/1911 a.m. to 7 p.m. Sunday...
The author, age seven. 1.I am six. My babysitter’s son, who is five but a whole head taller than me, likes to show me his penis. He does it when his mother isn’t looking. One time when I tell him not to, he holds me down and puts penis on my arm. I bite his shoulder, hard. He starts crying, pulls up his pants and runs upstairs to tell his mother that I bit him. I’m too embarrassed to tell anyone about the penis part, so...