Move over Y-Combinator, here comes an XX-XY Combinator. A startup app called the Dating Ring wants to correct a major disturbance in the Force: the burgeoning gender imbalance between the East and West Coasts....
“Look! It’s a poodle!” The backwards-capped, Ray-Ban–wearing bro called out from behind my daughter and me as we walked down Valencia Street....
How did you learn about performing oral sex? From porn?...
What if I told you that you could rent a clean, private space that included a couch, a desk, free Wi-Fi, possibly a bed, and maybe a shower for $20 an hour?...
For the past five years, my daily commute has taken me on the notorious stretch of Mission Street between 16th and 17th Streets....
San Francisco has long been a city that loves its clandestine locations, secret passwords, and themed parties....
That’s why I’m currently laughing hysterically as I play with the Match Machine, a fun little toy from MTV that claims to analyze your Facebook account and reveal your one and only....
The latest dot-com boom is a gold rush for some and an apocalypse for others. Car exhaust is killing the planet, but riding your bike in traffic can be a more immediate terror....
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....
Incredible work is being done out there every day to improve our streets, our neighbors, and our spirits....
Almost a decade ago, a friend had told me about a man-made skate structure in the East Bay I had to check out....
Gregory Jacobs, who got his nickname from scaring the bejesus out of unsuspecting Fisherman’s Wharf visitors by jumping out of bushels of handheld shrubbery, died last Sunday from heart failure....
