It has been said before and will be said many more  times to come, but for us “80s Babies”, John Hughes got it with a depth that we didn’t think adults possessed. With “Sixteen Candles” and “The Breakfast Club”, he opened the American Teenager’s diary to the world and showed us to be full-fledged human beings with our own social castes and fears and triumphs that most of our parents didn’t have the time (or maybe the eyes) to see. He understood the stuff our fantasies were made of and …

All sorts of things that we were ga-ga over the past few years, including the incredibly talented soccer teen, Freddy Adu?

Jay Smooth (of IllDoctrine.com) is the gold standard for what “vlogging” should be. The guy mixes insight with wit, truth and information with entertainment in a way that humbles everyone else that calls themselves a commentator on pop culture.
Like many other writers, I’ve been wracking my brain trying to come up with something that encompasses the myriad thoughts and feelings I’ve had since Michael Jackson’s passing, but to no avail. Good thing Jay posted this video on his site and took the burden off the shoulders of all of us …

How do you spell chach?
As in, “That guy with the hemp necklace is a total chach.”
No matter how you spell it, I’m pretty sure it conjures up images of backwards hats and a thrilling game of cornhole. They originated on the campuses of community colleges, but have since migrated to my places, my bars, my coffee shops, my laundromats.  At first, they annoyed to me, which eventually grew into anger.  I’m not exactly why they angered me so badly.  I think it may have been their general lack of substance …

“I’m not a good writer.”
“But you look like a writer.”
My girlfriend is excellent at it, and I’m assuming she knows all the hard work and God given ability that goes into it. But, apparently all it takes is being short, out of shape, and having unkempt hair.
I didn’t always think like this. In fact, when I was younger, I actually believed I was a very talented writer. I wrote a series of short stories entitled “The Detective”. My grandmother loved them. Each story would start with someone being murdered and …