I looked in the mirror the other day and saw a middle-aged woman staring back. I tried to be grateful as my alternative to aging would be death (given that a time machine has not yet become commercially available). But I failed the gratitude test. Instead I was consumed with “when did this happen?” I’ve
This is the headline of a press release I received: Los Angeles Tops List “Cities with Highest Chances of Infidelity” Among Women We’re #1! We’re #1! We’re #1! YEA! Oh, wait. What? The bonds of marriage may be sacred, but according to SeekingArrangement.com even the sanctity of marriage has its price. The study revealed that
Kate Holt is lost. While Kate is an educated, successful business woman, she finds herself stymied when it comes to navigating the seemingly endless set of pitfalls inherent to the dating scene in Los Angeles. After all, no one comes to Los Angeles to find love—people here barely find like. Songs of found love are
I am in dating “no man’s land” (literally and figuratively). I’m too young for OurTime.com and too old for speed/stir dating in Los Angeles (which apparently has a cut-off of 42). It’s something they don’t warn you about—but I am here to tell you that it exists. It might actually be illegal for you to
Today I slipped into the sexiest thing I own. See? What did I tell you? I have never been hotter. Now go do your sexy self a favor and vote!
Do you ever have inexplicably sad reactions to inanimate objects? It sounds like a strange question, I know, but I’ve found this happening quite frequently to me—no doubt proving that my delicate grasp on sanity is getting weaker. There is a sign that used to herald the location of a vibrant business on Pico Blvd.
One of the big perks of writing this blog is that I get introduced to some very entertaining and talented people and projects in Los Angeles. EX (IT) WOUNDS is exactly that kind of project. EX (IT) WOUNDS grew out of a real life love disaster (What??? Those never happen!). Rather than digging into an
I was wandering up a winding street when I happened upon this message by the side of the road. It appeared to be painted (or written) on a board that was propped up against someone’s stone wall. Whether it expresses the sentiments of the person living there, or it was left by an artist with
I headed up to the Getty on Friday night to take in the Herb Ritts exhibition and a sunset. I’m happy to say that this time around both things were actually achieved! Obviously, the photographs were amazing. This I anticipated. What I didn’t anticipate is my newly found desire to become a photographer. And I