I Went to the Happiness Museum and Now I'm Sad
The Happy Place is yet another "installation"-based entertainment experience, optimized for Instagram feeds. It did not make me very happy.
I Tried to Break the Louis C.K. Story and It Nearly Killed My Career
Hollywood is only woke when it's politically convenient.
I Got Shut Down While Trying to Report on the Louis C.K. Rumours
A couple of years ago, I traveled to a comedy festival in the hopes of asking comedians like Dave Chappelle, Kevin Hart, and T.J. Miller what they'd heard about Louis C.K. It did not go well.
I Went to a Brunch Convention to Discover the Secrets of Brunch
Is brunch a stupid meal for the privileged? I set out to find out.
I Got All My News from Trump's Twitter Feed for a Confusing Five Days
No more FAKE NEWS from the failing 'Times' for me.
Staying Sober in Trump's America
In the wake of a difficult election, I've chosen consciousness over anesthetization.
I Went to a Female Blogger Conference to Learn More About the Career I Accidentally Fell Into
I've never felt a passionate desire to express my "truth" to a wide audience, or to monetize said truth. I just met a guy at an awful open mic years ago, he became an editor at this website, and the rest was herstory.
What It's Like to Attend Your First Pride When You're 32
I'd never been to gay events or dance clubs for one simple reason: I don't go to events or dance clubs, at all.
I Went to Spring Break as a Grown-up Woman
Spring break in Lake Havasu City, Arizona, is a month-long celebration of beer-soaked debauchery, which brings in thousands of day-drunk uni students – and me.
We Asked Students Partying at Spring Break if Uni Is Too PC
We went to spring break in Arizona, to find out what uni students thought about the rise of PC culture on their campuses.
My Name Is Megan, and I'm an Alcoholic
When you've got a true problem with alcohol, your only two options are quitting or dying.
The Vile Majesty of Hollywood Boulevard on New Year’s Eve
If you're looking for old Hollywood glamour, my advice would be to stay the hell out of Hollywood, especially on New Year's Eve. It is, to thousands, a perfectly perverse place to drunkenly celebrate the passing of another year.