It used to be that sitcoms like Three's Company were our go-to for hackneyed entertainment, and 6 p.m. newscasts jerked our brains back into high gear. But have the tables turned?
In Charleston, beach season means business... hit the sand with a solid look like Sean Connery in lieu of that unflattering parachute/back-fat look (not good). Plus, the one mistake that trumps all
Why go? The real question is, why not? In a town where jobs aren't aplenty and industry growth can be as slow as molasses, here's an event trying to push us ahead. Read on for why you should be there
My shameless history with this addiction, including late-night bunk bed barters and promises signed by the light of the moon. Oh, and how they cured a mean case of writer's block....
Have you ever thought about these mysterious entertainers? You can sometimes find one on King Street, between Calhoun and Market, but is it a true art form or sidewalk game of pretend? I asked one...
Folks, we have a hell of a weekend ahead of us.... One. Hell. Of. A. Weekend. Here’s to Uncle John and his Wolverines, the Bridge Run, and a Beilein sweep of them both (sort of)
Well, maybe I didn't WIN. But here's some clips from my shot on game show Let's Ask America and a Q & A with host Kevin Pereira and one of the other Charleston contestants. Pants optional.
National blog sites are abuzz with theories on what's behind the DHS's giant purchase order of ammunition, even as we face massive budget cuts. Senators, can you sort fact from fiction?
"Mommy Wars," "Having it All," the trendy new definition of a "Real" Woman... Here's a list of ridiculous things about parenting and well, LIVING, that ought to be chucked from everyday discourse
For all you under-agers out there, I get it, I've been there—I've soared with fake ID success and skulked off empty-handed while upperclassmen hooted at my failure. Hey, I just wanted a beer....
Left cheek, right cheek, left cheek, right cheek... the story of me, Latin dance, T-Pain's Booty Wurk, and about as much awkward Caucasian dancing as you can stand
The Manti T'eo story is weird, and yet it's currently drowning in the murky waters of Lance's arrogant mea culpa. Tim reminded us that those "dangerous" musician types may not be so bad after all
Last week, blogger Tim Brennan got us thinking about artist-types and their predilection to suicide. As a psychiatrist, I had to weigh in (also, college kids? You need to read this)
...a lot of things. The list of scandal makers in sports (and finance and Congress and so on) is growing. Sure, nobody's perfect, but I have to ask: Could rock and roll be the last noble profession?
Oh, it sounds tough. But I can predict who comes out on top of every single one of these "contests." Every time. Am I that good, or is it true that the house always wins... Find out here.
Sex, drugs, and... well, suicide sells. Why artist types can't imagine themselves out of misery, and why the music industry can't get enough of it. (Caution: I don't have answers, just big questions)
