Dear John: Being A Military Spouse Is Really Hard

Dear John, the latest Nicholas Sparks tearjerker, is the story of romance patriotism and the conflicts of love and country. The real-life version, one woman tells Salon, was a very different matter: More »

"Wild Woman" Tracey Emin On Art, Kids, & Statutory Rape

In an interview with the Mirror, former enfant terrible Tracey Emin reveals that her ex-boyfriend, who she dated when she was just 14 and he was 22, is auctioning off her old love letters. Emin is pissed. More »

"So It Has Come."

This series of love letters between the author's parents in the dark days of 1939 England is a fascinating peek into lives, history - and the lost art of correspondence. [TimesUK]

"I’m Sorry I Wasn't Honest About My Need For Non-Monogamy"

New game! "What's more offensive?" The erotic beauty of you holding yourself (or two magnificent parts of yourself) or the "awww, but it seems like he really loved her!" forgiveness orgy for this pathological dumbshit dipshit shitfuck? More »

Is There Any Way To Write A Love Letter Without Sounding Ridiculous?

When Governor Mark Sanford's love letters were released earlier this week (remember that story?) the internet was quick to tear his letters apart, often with hilarious results. But honestly, can anyone write a love letter without sounding really, really silly? More »

"Secrets" From Jennifer Love Hewitt's New Dating Book

Jennifer Love Hewitt is writing a relationship advice book, The Day I Shot Cupid. She certainly has the qualifications! More »

Dear Anne Hathaway: If You Don't Read Your Ex-Boyfriend's Indictment You Are Going To Hell

Your "friends" are probably telling you not to read the indictment. (You know what indictment! The one charging your Ponzi sheming ex, Raffaello Follieri. Look, only 18 pages. It's not a script) And let me tell you something, Anne, and this is beside the point, but those same fucking friends avoiding the topic, telling you reading all the press will only be "painful" are also secretly ordering your light Frappuccinos REGULAR, and marking the side of the plastic cup with their own sharpies so that you THINK they're light even though they taste "deceptively" high fructose. Okay, maybe they're not, but the point is, I bet you are perceptive enough to distinguish a real Frappuccino from a Splenda-sweetened one but the man you loved held himself out to be the CFO of the Fucking Vatican and the whole time he was nothing but a uniquely shameless Italian con artist living in a $90,000 a month apartment with a $60,000 housecleaning service you NEVER KNEW THE DIFFERENCE. You, Anne, are kind of stupid; this is your intervention; most pretty girls in this country never get one so consider yourself blessed. Not that I know you, I am just speculating, not on the basis of the fact that you just likened making out with Steve Carell to a "yummy lollipop" but on the basis that you once called "charity work" such an "aphrodisiac," which would be an idiotic thing to say if your boyfriend was the Pope himself, but ha ha, no, you probably just thought he was friends with the Pope. Which brings me to my very fave part of this indictment: More »

"I Went Home, Grabbed Some Spraypaint, Took The Train Back And Waited Until 4am To Climb The Scaffolding."

I'm still a little bitter over the months I spent making $9 an hour clearing out their dressing rooms, but I have to credit the ethically exploitative, generically-trendhumping corporate paradox that is American Apparel for its ceaseless bloggy news flow. Just last week, the company ran a New York Times ad advocating the sort of immigration reforms that would make life easier for the folks that weave and sew those gym tees and hoodies our generation so loves. Then on Monday, the company officially listed itself on the American Stock Exchange, finally subjecting its financial results to the scrutiny of public shareholders who will no doubt at some point wonder if that whole "living wage" idea was such a smart one. Monday's announcement came on the heels of about a year the company spent trading opaquely under the name Endeavor Acquisition as a so-called "backdoor" listing, which reminded us of another "backdoor" thing about the company: that fucking billboard. We recently heard from the guy — yeah, guy! — who claims to have defaced it earlier this year. His letter is probably the best Christmas gift a bunch of whores like us could have gotten, not least because he admits he has a "lot to learn." Don't we all. More »