Stupid. Freaking. Skinny jeans.
We belts knew they’d come back around on the guitar (as Arlo said). But ever since those tight-as-heck styles have reappeared, we’ve seen nothing but moth fights and dust bunnies.
Unless you count Jackrabbit belts — ...
2006 has gotten off to a rocky start. You’ve been hungover more days than not, and your apartment’s become a total pigsty. Hence your new motto: “Here’s to doing better in 2007!”
Hold on there, sister. Chinese New Year is ...
Autumn follows summer. Winter follows autumn. And then …
Nothing. Nada.
For, like, ever.
Want to hurry spring up? Try Lisa Stewart’s new line of jewelry. The light, delicate designs, which feature watery colors and natural shapes, feel like a ...
If your shoes could talk, they’d be making some pretty bold statements — from “Eat my dust, sucker” (Nikes) to “Don’t mess with me, peon” (Gucci stilettos).
Every once in awhile it would be nice if they just said, “Hey, what’s ...
There was a time, not so long ago, when only two things could force Northwest Washingtonians to venture into Southeast: the Redskins (R.I.P., RFK) and a wrong turn off of 395.
No longer. Former Dupont devotees (and their Chihuahuas) have ...
Okay, you can put down the sledgehammer, Miss No-Fuss McTomboy. We get it.
You’re not the frilly, froufrou type. But that’s still no excuse for the nasty, shredded underwear currently cluttering your unmentionables drawer.
How to spiff things up without going ...
Hi. Remember me? Your Right Middle Finger? The one without which you’d never be able to apply concealer or type the letter “i”?
Look, I know don’t carry the clout of, say, Left Ring Finger. But that doesn’t mean I ...
Us: Let’s play a game of word association. Start with “Washington, D.C.”
You: The West Wing. Monuments. Life, liberty, pandas, blah, blah, blah.
Us: Now try “Future Green.”
You: Oooh, the new Nader-esque techno-eco political party?
Us: No. A ...
