Below are tidbits from my latest VICE column. Read it in its entirety here.
I know it’s harsh, but from being both the victim and perpetrator of hitting and splitting, the truth is if someone peaces out minutes after orgasm, they’re just not that into you. You like someone, you stay. You stay for the morning sex and go to work in the same clothes as the day before or a borrowed T-shirt.
Vodka is for anorexic WASPs. Gin tastes like Christmas trees and not in a good way. Tequila makes you fuck your best friend’s brother in the back of a car. Whiskey… OK, whiskey, you’re cool. All I am saying is give rum a chance.
ROCK ‘N’ ROLL
One of my favorite modern-day reggae songs is “I Wanna Be Loved” by Buju Banton. I put it on and do my hippie dance. Now, I have adamantly defended the reggae genre from haters the same way I did above with rum. However, as I also touch upon in the drugs section of this column, I do have one major problem with the genre: it can be extremely homophobic.