Five Underrated Holiday Movies to Watch This Sunday

Five Underrated Holiday Movies to Watch This Sunday

Classic Christmas flicks are like the gingerbread cookies of Yuletide cinema: comforting, dependable and sure to please. But you know what else is comforting, dependable and sure to please? An open-bar holiday party at your office. And nobody thinks that’s a good idea three hours deep into the festivities when Arnold from IT is

Whale-Talk

Whale-Talk

Yosemite My name is Yosemite. I’m five feet, six inches tall with a reddish tint to my hair, a long beard that I never comb and green-blue eyes that are noticeably two different sizes. I only shower on Thursdays, smoke at least five cigarettes a day and eat my cereal

A Date Near Downing Street

A Date Near Downing Street

The taxi door fluttered open, a bright flap of yellow against the sluggish August wind. One last look to the driver with graying teeth and gangly, corn-husk hair and Simon Plinkers peeled himself out of the car. (This after sitting for twenty seven minutes in downtown traffic as the taxi meter skipped

A Travel Blogger on Love & Life Beyond the Cubicle

A Travel Blogger on Love & Life Beyond the Cubicle

Ah the open road, the snaking mountain pass, the cloud-dappled blue sky as gleaned from an airplane window. Sights and sounds familiar to some, feared by others, craved by the providential, perpetually windblown few who have committed their lives to travel.  Emilie Drishinski is one such full-time adventure blogger, an avid student

Summer Is Here and So Is My Note on Love

Summer Is Here and So Is My Note on Love

Irrelevance—like its more evil and twisted stepsister, irreverence—is a term not often price-tagged to the present of love. But as summer approaches and we flirt with finding our own summertime flings, the word is about to stick like a wet bathing suit to that very topic, more specifically to the

Valentine’s Day Aftermath: A Note On Love

Valentine’s Day Aftermath: A Note On Love

Irrelevance—like its more evil and twisted stepsister, irreverence—is a term not often price-tagged to the present of love. But in a recent story published by Man Repeller’s Amelia Diamond, the word is affixed to that very topic, more specifically to the idea of love’s most debilitating strain: amore unrequitedare (or something Latin-sounding

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