Rebekah Kuschmider

There’s a new drug hitting the hottest clubs in Europe, and I suspect it’ll soon cross the pond to America. Or maybe it’s already here — in your cabinet, desk drawer, or the end-caps at your grocery store.

Have you ever wondered what Noah’s Ark looked like? Would you like to go inside the Biblical vessel and see how the last family on earth after the Great Flood lived and how they kept all the animals? Well, you’re in luck! Tomorrow a museum called the Ark Encounter is opening in Kentucky!

Yesterday, the Republican National Convention kicked off in Cleveland, Ohio. One of my friends predicted it would be a spectacle of epic proportions, involving pyrotechnics, all-female military drills teams reminiscent of Ghadaffi’s personal guard, and jungle cats.

The manatees were engaged in a little mutual oral pleasure — or, as the kids call it, 69. Way to go, manatees!

The body and face we have today is such a tenuous thing. The longer I live, the more strongly aware I am that there are no promises of health or wholeness. Beauty is fleeting, and does it matter anyway if your body suddenly ceases to work the way it "should"? Would I regret the days I spent peering at imperfections if suddenly my sight were gone?

This kind of lunchtime alchemy is why "creative lunches" is such a popular search term on Pinterest. And it’s also why there’s an apple industry renaissance happening as we speak.

Your body is your very own canvas, and you have the right to turn it into whatever work of art you want to display to the world... The root cause of rape is rapists, not short skirts, push up bras, or tight pants.

BOOM, GOP. Try talking smack about the guy who got the death penalty for homegrown terrorist, Timothy McVeigh. Dare ya!

There’s another entrepreneur out there who wants to teach us to masturbate better, too. And they’re ready to send smart-tech into our vaginas to make it happen.

First of all, it seems practically criminal that they don’t call the device a joystick. I mean, really? Really.