That it took me until I turned 27 to recognize my own mortality is ironic, considering that I was diagnosed with a never-before-seen combination of two strains of leukemia when I was 15.
Hundreds of thousands of bodies lie under the ground in Hart Island, but despite the efforts of activists, it remains difficult for families to find out if their relatives are buried there.
One woman's typical odyssey of bad boyfriends, anorexia, and feeling uncomfortable around men.
We rode with paramedics on Australia Day eve. Nothing happened but we got a backstage view of modern Australia.
We generally notice them huddled outside abortion clinics holding signs and images of aborted foetuses, but is there more to the story?
Linda's partner Claw has witnessed a horrifying accident at his factory job, and Linda's facing her own problems at work. If there's one thing I know for sure, it's that work sucks.
Here are the first three pages of the screenplay for Michel Gondry's newest film, which will be released in the US later this month as Mood Indigo. It's based on the novel by Boris Vian and was adapted for the screen by Gondry and Luc Bossi.
Fathers see things tattooed deep within, all that is wrong with you. And they see the good, too, things that are subtle, because they are always searching, always trying to find out why you are the way you are.
Crystal Eaters, the latest novel by Shane Jones, is not about people jacked on crystal meth, but instead is itself a form of drugs.
We are all stuck in an infinite loop of getting knocked down and picking ourselves back up. Few films have managed to capture that better than Rod Blackhurst's short called "Life."
Every single girl knows what it's like to be creeped on. But there's a special breed of getting creeped on that absolutely needs to be addressed, and I call it flirty racism.
Quick, jump on a scale.
Ghostface's latest album, '12 Reasons to Die' (co-created by composer and producer Adrian Younge), is an audio movie that trades on his penchant for dizzyingly evocative bars that could easily double as true-crime fiction.
I doubt the film chemists who'd figured out how to replicate color expected it'd be used for propaganda so quickly.
What a salty, frozen lake in Antarctica says about Earthly microbe life being similar to potential organisms on Mars.
The Bible has been able to spoil so much of human history because it is just is so fucking vague. Want to sleep with your little cousin? Surely there's something in there that'd give you the thumbs up.
We won't have time for emotions in our beige future.
Khia talks about her pussy, her life, her crack, and making comic books.
Ayatollah Rohani, the youngest Shia to every legally independently think about Sharia Law, is like all child stars. His priorities seem to have been ever-so-slightly warped. Rohani has banned wanking and chess, but given the Holy thumbs up to reproductive…
Of the many rumors surrounding Bredo Morstoel, here is the most endearing: He arranged his deathbed pillows into a secret signal for his grandson.
Leading the good life. Clearly.
My grandmother Arnaluak was born in Greenland in 1933. She grew up in a small arctic Eskimo society with her mom, stepdad, and three older brothers.
When I was eight years old my mom started getting into coke big time. She went from a little-town shitty job to a big-city executive job for a huge company and I guess it was too much for her.