“I wrote 63 songs this year. They’re all about Jeter.” Just kidding. The game we love, the players we hate, and more.
From Norman Mailer to Wendy Pepper — everything on film, TV, books, music, and snacks (shut up, raisins), plus the Girls’ Bike Club.
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Monologues, travelogues, fiction, and fart humor. And hens. Don’t forget the hens.
The Tomato Nation advice column addresses your questions on etiquette, grammar, romance, and pet misbehavior. Ask The Readers about books or fashion today!
Sars —
Just curious if you may have some advice on my topic: sex and marriage.
I have married been a few months now and have noticed a dramatic decrease in the amount of sex my husband …
I am hoping you or your readers can help. I have a fashion dilemma. Recent weight loss has put me into a whole range of previously unfamiliar styles (not available in larger sizes) plus I …
It’s not that I don’t like The Godfather; I do. And it’s not that I think it’s overrated; it probably is, at least a little bit, but it’s almost beside the point now to think …
Dear Sars,
Again, a story about a boy.
About five months ago I started dating a great guy. We got along
fantastically and were both excited to be spending time together and
growing a new relationship. Fast forward two …
Hi Sars,
I read a lot of blogs. Most of the blogs I read are by women who are funnier, smarter, and just generally cooler than I am. Some of them get a ton of comments, …
Hey Sars,
Now that the holidays have been over for a while, and the pressure of said holidays is over, I feel like I can address my holiday situation with my family maturely and intelligently. The …
Hi Sars…
Ay yi yi, I can’t believe I’m writing a stranger on the internet for advice but I love my fiance so much and I don’t know who else to talk to about this. You …
Come here, chorus of De La Soul‘s “Potholes In My Lawn,” into the chorus of which I can fit the words “cat barf in my shoe” perfectly, and thank the Lord, because apparently there’s no …
Dear Sars,
I’ve been friends with Polly for three years, since our sophomore year
of high school. For the grand majority of those three years, we’ve
been getting together to have fun. Since there’s not much to do …
Dear Sars,
I’m 26 years old, married and have a beautiful son. I realized in the last few years that I was pretty much a huge jerk for most of my first four years of college. …