Ever since Ariel's mom has been too sick to work they've been moving to progressively lower-income neighborhoods. Then they seem to hit rock bottom—Vancouver's Downtown Eastside, Canada's poorest post
Instead of advancing women's social and professional empowerment, popular culture trends appear to be backsliding into the blatant sexual exploitation of women and girls at younger and younger ages.
Celia Rivenbark is an intrepid explorer and acid commentator on the land south of the Mason-Dixon Line. In this collection of screamingly funny essays, you'll discover:*How to get your kid into
XXXRated {A} for adults.-a novellaWhoever said that falling in love with a green-eyed skank was a good idea?Meet Miles, the nice guy, that is until he gets involved with the wrong woman, a conniving s
From the modern master of noir comes a novel based on the real-life Hollywood fixer Freddy Otash, the malevolent monarch of the 1950s L.A. underground, and his Tinseltown tabloid Confidential magazine.Freddy Otash was the man in the know and the man to know in '50s L.A. He was a rogue cop, a sleazoid private eye, a shakedown artist, a pimp―and, most notably, the head strong-arm goon for Confidential magazine. Confidential presaged the idiot Internet―and delivered the dirt, the dish, the insidious ink, and the scurrilous skank. It mauled misanthropic movie stars, sex-soiled socialites, and putzo politicians. Mattress Jack Kennedy, James Dean, Montgomery Clift, Burt Lancaster, Liz Taylor, Rock Hudson―Frantic Freddy outed them all. He was the Tattle Tyrant who held Hollywood hostage, and now he’s here to confess. “I’m consumed with candor and wracked with recollection. I’m revitalized and resurgent. My meshugenah march down memory lane begins NOW.” In Freddy’s viciously entertaining
