It was fucking torture. Sitting on the balcony, overlooking the yachts floating on the Mediterranean, sipping Dom Pérignon, I felt absolutely miserable. My anxiety level was at an ALL-TIME HIGH. Remember this moment, Bridget. Remember it well. Here you are. At the top of the human pyramid, and you’re completely depressed.
My cage may have been golden—but it was still a cage. Continue Reading
Check out an all new article from SGM contributor, J.D. Thompson, recently published by Playboy! It all started with several dozen bare-chested women parading down Broadway Avenue in New York City last August. Those free spirits marched down one of… Continue Reading
An outlaw by any other name is still an outlaw – ask James “Whitey” Bulger who, no matter how many aliases he employed, was always Jim Bulger. With that said the same goes for suburban kids from the world of… Continue Reading
In 1852, Karl Marx amended an observation about history made by his philosophical mentor, Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, writing: “Hegel remarks somewhere that all great world-historic facts and personages appear, so to speak, twice. He forgot to add: the first… Continue Reading
Jerry Lee Lewis is the embodiment of rock ‘n’ roll. He’s the Pretty Boy Floyd of piano players whose cultural significance can hardly be overstated. And just as the outlaws of the 1930s were far more dynamic than their popular… Continue Reading