The Brave People Who Swim in the Bay (for Fun)
One chilly San Francisco evening, a friend invited me to dinner at Fisherman’s Wharf....
One chilly San Francisco evening, a friend invited me to dinner at Fisherman’s Wharf....
Gay culture—gay male culture, in particular—loves to mess with gender and all its taboos....
We quietly nodded, hoping that none of our strays were peeking from our bathing suit bottoms....
is a triangular shard of land bordered by Highway 1 on one side and by water everywhere else....
Editor’s note: this editorial is part of The Bold Italic’s ongoing mission to publish opinions that help move the current tech and culture debate in San Francisco forward....
If you’re new to sushi, you probably have a lot of questions, like:...
My mom once muttered something to the effect of, “All these feminists going on and on about women in the workplace — I know plenty of women who’d like a day off once in a while.” I said, “Yeah, Mom, that’s a legit critique of mainstream feminism.”...
Sure, parking is hard, no one wants to visit you, tour buses jam the streets, and on Saturday night you can hear bros belting out “We Are the Champions” as you try to sleep. But living in North Beach guarantees you a perfect little enclave....
Real Yelp Reviews, the angry ones, turned into Mad Libs®. Because entitled resentment and internet shaming makes the best adult version of your favorite childhood word game....
For the last several years, the pro-kale movement has been growing strong. Relentless, even....
I’ve gotten tired of the self-deprecating “look at us eating $4 toast” conversations....
Did last week’s story “Teen Takes ‘Meow Meow,’ Cuts Own Penis Off” leave you wondering why a kid ate a cat?...