Kate Ryan

The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.

You could take this easy, informative quiz to find out with whom you side on important legislative issues and social policies. Or you could go my route and pick your candidate based on what dinosaur they resemble.

I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.

He thought I was mad, but in an artistic way; I thought he was horny all the time, but in an artistic way.

The bread had to be store-bought and white, of course, so as not to raise a red flag among my classmates. I still see rebellion in a ham sandwich.

Alison learned from her grandmother how a plastic smile could take you places—especially in a place like Hollywood.

Sheila applied widely and on a whim. She needed a job and she needed one fast.

Recently, it was announced that the Ocean’s Eleven remake will be ladies-only too. Could it be that we’ve embarked on an era in which women take center stage?

He died a violent death. I saw him myself, flopping between wooden blades, his head bent back strangely.

Surviving the Apocalypse didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy a little romance.