Kate Ryan

As an Uber driver, I have the privilege of talking to and eavesdropping on a sampling of L.A.’s finest, ranging from the clinically insane to the simply self-absorbed. As a writer, there is no end to the amount of inspiration my passengers provide.

At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.

I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.

"No self-respecting journalist or publication would ever hire someone who employs the word 'sh--' as a title for anything."

Okay, so maybe she didn’t really understand feminism.

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?

She closed in on the open pores enlarged ten times their normal size by a high magnification pocket mirror.

The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.

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

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