I could go status quo and predict who I think will win or who will have tongues wagging on the red carpet, but I’d rather focus on everyone’s favorite part of the show — the opening monologue. Here’s who I think might be the object of FeyPo’s affections come Sunday night
Oscars 2015: Why Boyhood has it in the bag
I finally watched Boyhood. Hunkered down for the long haul, I prepared myself to be underwhelmed and possibly drift off. And I was wrong.
I didn’t have boobs until I reached my 30s. Not really, anyway. My mom always told me to cherish my minimal cup size because before I know it, poof, cleavage will abound. While…
Castaway on Nicaragua’s Corn Islands
Tentatively typing, skin still bronzed with remnants of sand in my shoes, these not-so-secret islands are on the verge. At the tipping point of proper tourism, but still so…
It’s been a wild year, folks. I can’t say I’ve ever worked harder than I did in 2014. But it’s been a ball with only mild sleep depravation and co-dependent booze consumption.
It’s the eve of New Years Eve and for the first time in years I’m not quite sure where I’ll be at midnight. One thing I know for sure, thought, is there will be champers and there will be music.
With three days left until Christmas Eve, you’ve probably consumed more alcohol and refined sugar to fuel your party engine well into 2015. And that’s okay because tis the season, and you’ve worked hard this year, and no one likes a party pooper…
I loved Robin Williams. Me and several million others. When I was little, I remember owning a pair of rainbow suspenders that matched the ones he wore in Mork & Mindy. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen Good Morning Vietnam…
Recently, while clicking onto my Instagram app, I was met with a stern “warning” for posting inappropriate content. Confused, I quickly scanned my feed — a mix of Vancouver sunsets, Christmas cookies I had baked, and cocktails I had consumed…the usual — but I did notice one image was missing.
While these sites were created to foster free enterprise, where start-ups are concerned, it never occurred to me to use these platforms as an opportunity to raise funds for personal pursuits.
The temps are dropping, the beach tunes have faded and there isn’t a single festival on the books. But the holiday season is creeping closer and which means one thing – parties.
Sometime early in my 20s while I was in the throngs of goal-setting and trying to pave the way for what I wanted my life to look like, I set three milestones. Career and relationships aside, these dates pertained to travel…
All my single friends are on Tinder. They complain about it and make fun of it, yet they can’t resist clicking onto the app and getting their swipe on. It’s like catnip for the single and sexless.