Author Archives: Julianne

I despise Hillary Clinton. If Obama does not win the nomination, I am going to choke, then move to a Spanish-speaking country that is not Mexico (not because I don’t love the motherland, but because Mexican politics are too intricately … Continue reading →

Kelsi Rivera is the coolest 14-year-old I know. She also happens to be my cousin, but really she is my sister in soul: I am constantly floored by how smart and strong she is, how creative and cool and inventive … Continue reading →

I put up this old article from a ’98 VIBE on Ike Turner and it’s essential reading, for real. The writer, Anne Marlowe, examines how Ike was transformed in the public eye from semi-heralded musical genius into mythological “ultimate dangerous … Continue reading →

In the wake of the writer’s strike, ABC is putting back episodes of “My So-Called Life” on their website. It’s nostalgia in a wave of plaid flannel and bad flower-print dresses and Cranberries soundtracks – in high school, i used … Continue reading →

So FREAKING BUSY right now – VIBE work! freelance work! I do not even have time to get my eyebrows threaded – but here are some things that are making my day / life / fascinating this morn: The US … Continue reading →

GOSSIP GIRL HERE. ITEM! Last night at Lit, while doing the forbidden dance with Nick, a certain young, punky Brit supermodel sullied her gorgeous cream-coloured ostrich feather jacket when she fell, drunkenly, flat on her face (giggling). I am not … Continue reading →

_______ quit drinking and is translating his unattended-to psychological burning into unfettered sex obsession. Last night, before, during and after dinner, he referred to his penis approximately 548 times, in contexts I did not even know could exist, including the … Continue reading →

shit you guys are all so damn fixated on the main guy from deerhunter you forgot to tell me about MOSES, whose mugshot makes me feel like a Latina Larry Clark, all voyueristic and inappropriate and old and otherizing (because … Continue reading →

Bun B exclusively gave VIBE his first interview following Pimp C’s passing. Two fucking words. Spiritual. Jewels. Between this and that forgiveness novel I’m reading, my heart feels like an orchid. Delicate, precious and whatnot.

I am a fucking nerd, and my joy factor is muted on account of the SSRIs and the prolonged absence of my special man-friend, but this is the funniest thing I have seen in like, six days.