I don’t CARE if it was raining the evening of your first date with Rick to Momofuku.
A new Twitter game allows you to send erotic, anonymous messages to strangers, and the results are weirdly touching.
That anonymous comment? You know it’s coming from a friend. You just don’t know which friend.
If anyone mentions Kate Upton I will scream.
To maintain my crochety curmudgeon "Never happy with ANYTHING" status, I'm required to tell you that these changes aren't perfect.
Did you post a picture of you having the best time ever online? Yeah, that's a gloatgram.
I want to see just how long I can continue making people squirm and do double-takes every time my phone makes an appearance in public.
Since more of you were on board with the speaker purses than I imagined, I wondered how y'all would feel about some of the other female-centric products I came across at this year's Consumer Electronics Show.
Harassment probably doesn't seem like a worthwhile issue, if you've never experienced it yourself.
The MacBook is dead; long live the MacBook.
Pulled directly from my "Do Not Want" Files (The Prude Collection) comes Glance, an app that lets you watch yourself have sex during the act, from a variety of angles, while wearing Google Glass. Agghhhh!
Tech/Fashion combos are not all ridiculous, but enough of them are that it hurts. Case in point: a growing number of Bluetooth speakers that are also purses except they're not real purses because you can't carry anything in them.
I never get rid of anything, unless it falls victim to tech failure. I've kept the first website I ever designed, the first poems I've ever written, the portfolio I painstakingly crafted to get into art school - all of it safe and sound, backed up on hard drives.
I’ll gladly look at one beach photo. I might even “like” it. But I won’t be as amused if six more follow.
What do I do?! Do I sanitise my current twitter?