Sarah Gladstone

"No! Come back! I just want to love you!"

Yesterday morning, I was shaken by the 6.0 magnitude earthquake that struck the Bay Area.

The Millennial Generation has been called every variation of lazy ingrate that the Baby Boomers and Generation X-ers could think of. And with YOLO as a point of reference, who could blame them?

You say you want a revolution? We're having a nineties reboot . . . with the spirit of the sixties seeping in.

Even if those muscles remain mostly unflexed, there is a potential violence that’s present in the flash of a badge or the barrel of a gun.

Welcome to the self-deluded world of illusory superiority.

Word bombs like "hey baby" or “let me see that smile" create metaphysical clashes on the streets calling into question whether petulant catcalls are misogynistic (but harmless) or are actually societally sanctioned sexual abuse.

Olympians are the closest thing that humanity has to divine and holy athleticism.

Looking for a new bestie with an “in” with the Academy?

For the sake of all that is sacred, I will henceforth become a dependable person. Or at least I will try.