vəˈräɡō/: a woman of strength or spirit; a female warrior.


Where have all the rock chicks gone?

Superbowl Sunday was all it was hyped to be and then some. The much favored 49ers against the underdog Ravens plus high drama, lights going out, random no-calls and hard-crushing hits. However,  despite this being one of the best Superbowls I’ve ever seen, I was also impressed with the healthy dose of female adrenaline that came in the form of the half-time show. …

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Where’s my charming, crate digger?

I grew up surrounded by dusty, Motown and Rock n’ Roll album jackets. I was a pretend DJ at five years old, playing Hall and Oates while recording fake callers and polling listeners. I spent my childhood digging around crates full of vinyl that my parents collected–the Beatles, Drifters, Led Zeppelin, Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix, so when a guy …

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I Base My Dating Decisions on Record Collections

My best friend used to call him “concert t-shirt boy”. He was the kid in town that owned about 40 band t-shirts. Every day, we would see him walking Main Street with a different band. The week he got a Guns N’ Roses t-shirt he wore it two days in a row. Concert t-shirt boy tried to kiss me once …

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My attempt at being a dominatrix

We met on a social media site. My friend convinced me to take this dating bull by the horns.  Play up my dominant persona. What could it hurt? I was growing tired of falling in love with youtube guitar-heroes, subscribing to their channels in hope’s they might spy my cute account pic and dream about running their calloused fingers through …

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Ask my Abuela: advice even your favorite dude bro would wince at

Me: How many kids is ideal to have? Abuela: Two is enough. Me: How much jelly did you make this year? Her: I no maka much..I only make a case….never make grape jelly and leave-a da tea on. Me: How long are you going to live? Her: Until God take-a me,  I’m gonna be here.  After? You do whatchu want …

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