“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.
Helping public schools, winning prizes, sending a crazy lady in a tomato costume out in public.
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!
I need a bag.
This is for a friend. She likes this bag. Well, she likes the size, and she likes the style, the way it’s designed to rest against the body. She really doesn’t like …
This time last year, my husband and I decided to try and get pregnant. For the first few months, we decided to “Not Try Not To Try” (I go off birth control and we see …
Above, Coco Rocha schools Buzzfeed on the perfect photobomb. Hee.
On The Blotter, The Amazing Soriano solved the category-spacing ish. Thanks, friend.
On Yahoo!, I recapped The Carrie Diaries, Girls (ugh), and love in an elevator on Nashville; interviewed Coco Rocha about …
There’s a historical romance I’m looking for. I can only remember some parts of it. I read it in the early ’90s.
It starts out where this girl is with her father in this field (United …
Never have I been so delighted to break a review screener in half as instructed. Les Miserables is everything I mean when I say I hate musicals: loud, obvious, sincere, leaden, fucking goddamn endless. Every …
Even with searching through the Vine and TN, I’m at a loss over this: my sister’s cat keeps defecating (and possibly peeing) on a corner of the dining room rug. Now that a small table …
Angels, prepare to receive among you my little friend. Please make him welcome with people food, especially Kix, because he likes to chase them, and lettuce, because I still don’t know why, but I know …
(or, “Hitchcock Completism Isn’t All It’s Cracked Up To Be”)
Frenzy is adequate. It’s not great; it’s not quite good, even. Alfred Hitchcock’s penultimate film is miles better than the stillbirth that preceded it in his …
I’m hoping you can help me track down a book I loved as a kid so I can give it to my nieces. It was a collection of fairy tales (predominantly European), set up so …
Or, “Time to hack this pile of Christmas books down to a manageable size.” It’s a fiction/true crime/pop culture fest…with some overlaps there (Bourdain is the first and last things; Spungen is the last two …