Jody Amable

There are a lot of things to hate about the Olympics.

In this time of toy-giving, I'm reflecting on the impact one doll made on me and, I'm willing to bet, a small subset of other girls, too.

I was waiting to finally not like a Harry Potter book, and folks, I found it. Half-Blood Prince was boring.

Jon Stewart, step aside. Your heir apparent has arrived.

No matter how drunk he is, he can’t NOT notice this. His hand is moving. What do I do? What do I do? Do I politely ask him to stop? Do I yell at him? Do I wheel around and whack him in the face? You don’t know what he’s doing, Jody. Calm down. Don’t make a scene.

FINALLY someone acknowledges professional boundaries at Hogwarts.

I'm 30 years old and stuck in San Jose, the hometown I always wanted to leave. What happened?

Creator of grungy, gritty rock and roll with a poet’s heart, her critically-lauded record, Beyond the Bloodhounds, tells tales of a tumultuous childhood and split geographical identity.

According to the magazine, women need special help understanding sports. Cue the glorious, hilarious Twitter outrage.

A new feature with music picks tailor-made to ensure your weekend jam sessions are absolutely ravishing.