Past Stories

Pop Goes the Culture

Remember when the go-for-it tone of professional wrestling was a really unique thing? Back in the days before pro wrestling became Big Money, promoters didn’t budget for dry ice and showgirls, and most of the matches took pla...


Pop Goes the Culture

Remember when the go-for-it tone of professional wrestling was a really unique thing? Back in the days before pro wrestling became Big Money, promoters didn’t budget for dry ice and showgirls, and most of the matches took pla...


Pop Goes the Culture

It’s that time of year again, sports fans—spring training is upon us. I didn’t put an exclamation point at the end of that sentence because I probably won’t get truly excited about my Cleveland Indians until somewhere n...



Pop Goes the Culture

Twenty years ago, when a British friend of mine was visiting the US for the first time, I told her the two words she needed to know in order to grasp the finer nuances of our country are “big” and…


Pop Goes the Culture

As Valentine’s Day approaches, you may find yourself in need of a song that rises from earthly desire and suspends itself somewhere near heaven. Though I’m certainly not the first person to suggest it, there’s no better p...


Pop Goes the Culture

Good news for the new year, everybody! Jack Nicholson, Robert De Niro, and Al Pacino are alive and well. They just live in Daniel Day-Lewis. If you still haven’t seen Day-Lewis in Paul Thomas Anderson’s There Will Be Blood,...



Pop Goes the Culture

I love the holidays. I really do. Of course, like many other people, I’m appalled by the commercial-driven glacier that rolls over otherwise well-meaning festivities throughout the season. But a commercial-driven glacier is a...


Pop Goes the Culture

Amy Winehouse may not be dead by the time you read this, but it won’t be for lack of trying. Winehouse, of course, is a British singer-songwriter whose personal demons have, at this point, essentially overwhelmed her signific...


Pop Goes the Culture

TV isn’t especially important to me.  I don’t really “watch” it as often as I glance at it while I’m doing other things. All I usually need is something semi-tolerable that can hold my interest for a few minutes at&h...



THINK GLOBALLY, ACT LOCALLY

You’ve seen Al Gore’s movie. You know we’re too dependent on our cars; that we waste electricity; that Earth’s glaciers are receding faster than Karl Rove’s hairline, and that—right now—nobody is doing nearly enou...


NUDE NUDE NUDE!

While I get most forms of vice and aberrant behavior—people become drunks, degenerate gamblers and dope fiends because, initially, these things are fun, really fun—I’ve never understood the nudist camp scene. Unless you m...


GHOSTS OF THE I.E.

Bracken Fern Manor, Lake Arrowhead Bugsy Siegel opened this members-only club that catered to Hollywood elite on July 4, 1929. Called Club Arrowhead of the Pines, it provided gambling, liquor and women for its thrill-seeking cl...



DEEP-FRIED FREAKINESS!

A fair is a veritable smorgasbord, orgasbord, orgasbord.  Sorry.  But it’s not my fault. Ever since I got back from the L.A. County Fair, I’ve had that annoying Paul Lynde and Agnes Moorehead Charlotte’s Web song on a n...