Jess Lahitou

Let’s break this down for Spicer.

So I don’t approve, in general, of how my generation tends to come at things, with the focus on: me, my experience, my

The blatant promise of a career in the spotlight has stripped the Bachelor/Bachelorette of its beautiful, benign lie: that we could watch “regular” people navigate the perils and pitfalls of modern dating, that such a quest was in and of itself enough, and that a happy ending was a real possibility.

So I’m writing today from Elevation 8,080 ft., here in Avon, Colorado.

Because it looms a mere three days away, the subject of President-elect’s inauguration is a media fascination. Will there be protests?

If you’re a 20 or early 30-something, odds are high that you or someone you know has boomeranged back into a parental basement. In 2012, an estimated 36% of young adults lived at home with one or more parents.

Democrats need to nominate the person with the best chance of cleaning the floor with Donald Trump. Not just for their own victory, but for the… dare I say, survival of the country itself.

I am hesitant to write anything that might tangentially help Donald Trump, because I think the man entirely unfit to be president.

That Christmas Eve in Vegas changed me for life. I’ve tried to remember not to deny myself the things I love about the holiday.

As part of our election coverage, we endeavor to give all relevant parties a voice. As such, we felt one key player had been overlooked in the ubiquitous media Trump coverage: Donald Trump’s Hair.