The Premiership Is Upon Us

How did a Dynamo Kyiv freak like me get roped into caring about the Premiership? Oh, I know, it’s because of a man. When the Master died on the season finale of “Doctor Who” this year, he wiggled his eyebrows and said “always the women.” In my case, it’s always the men. The problem withContinue reading “The Premiership Is Upon Us”

Everyone’s a moron. Except for the pasty, shirtless dude.

I recently had the displeasure of watching something called Burning Burqa Challenge Idea. I suppose the entire thing was supposed to be witty and provocative. As weirded out as I am by women veiling their faces in Western countries (you get used to niqab in all of five minutes in the UAE), I found theContinue reading “Everyone’s a moron. Except for the pasty, shirtless dude.”

Blog-stroll from the sidelines

Can’t blog. After a month and a half of drinking good vodka, I forgot about the existence of bad vodka. I have now been rudely reminded that yes, it does exist, and no, you can’t have more than a couple of shots without ruining the next 24-hours. Damn you, Absolut. “I know it looked likeContinue reading “Blog-stroll from the sidelines”

Allow me to spell a few things out

This interview with a famous pick-up artist who goes by “Mystery” (as much as I like original thinkers, something is clearly amiss here) on Salon has drawn many interesting responses, a number of them coming from self-described “nice guys” who got tired of jerking off while women referred to them as “good listeners,” patted themContinue reading “Allow me to spell a few things out”