Los Angeles is often described as the nadir of vapidity, a smog-choked space cradle.

I write small and weird. Romcoms are not in my skill set.

If I want to get a taste of beach culture, I'll fire up my season 2 DVD of 'Beverly Hills, 90210.'

Of course, the strippers also take pains not to appear too innocent, valorous, or bookishly inclined. (In direct opposition to the Swayze Mandate of 1987, everybody puts Baby in a goddamn corner.)

When I was a kid, I attended a small Catholic school in a south suburb of Chicago.

I don't know why, but I've always been a sucker for roller coasters in movies.

Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus-gram stings worse than your abandonment.