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it's the most horrible time of the year
how to beat post holiday stress disorder
by joe procopio (@jproco)
topic: general
1.2.12 • CLASSIC

I don't know about you, but when I woke up on 1/1/12, I felt awful. My head was splitting, my kids were missing, and my body was screaming with pain that, on a lesser man, probably would have meant a series of bruises.

I don't bruise. I internalize.

Oh, and I found the kids. They were at Grandma's for the night. Just forgot. Man, that was a relief. The cops had a good laugh too.

But as I rolled out of bed at the crack of noon, I felt pretty good about the 2012. See, long ago, I discovered that life has a way of presenting you with patterns, and the worst and most frustrating times in your life can usually be boiled down to either dismissing or denying those patterns.

I knew that the morning of 1/1/12 was going to be a septic tank. It's always a septic tank. And strolling down that same path, the entire month of January usually sucks. Bad.

Once you understand this and accept it, you have a much better chance of not only surviving it, but actually thriving in it.

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publishing and the princess bride
what aspiring authors can learn from florin
by jael mchenry (@JaelMcHenry)
topic: writing
12.6.10 • CLASSIC

William Goldman famously said "Nobody knows anything." He was talking about Hollywood, but it applies to book publishing nearly as well -- no one knows which books are going to be a hit, no one knows what type of marketing dollars pay off, and no one knows exactly where the industry is headed in a rapidly changing landscape. That's not comforting, of course. Flinging yourself willy-nilly into the process of getting published, throwing up your hands and crying "William Goldman said nob

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top of the drop
hitting the apex and picking up speed
by adam kraemer (@DryWryBred)
topic: news
8.10.11 • CLASSIC

My father called me the other day.

This, in itself, is not news. We talk a lot. However, it did seem to be a good way to open a column, especially since my next few paragraphs have to do with that conversation. Otherwise, you'd be totally in the dark, and I'd have failed without even getting started. Luckily for both of us that didn't happen.

Anyway, in the course of our conversation, the current political and economic climate came up (we're very intellectual, he and I). My family has traditionally been moderate liberals (some less moderate than others), and we both agreed that the current Republican Party has us appalled. And the current Democratic Party has us mostly disappointed. I mentioned that I had been curious, following last week's debt ceiling debacle and the stock market drop that accompanied it, as to what my least favorite economic talking head, Larry Kudlow, had to say about it.

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william wants a doll
how does a feminist mom raise her son to be the same?
by michelle von euw
topic: general
12.10.10 • CLASSIC

As I turned the corner in the upscale independent toy store full of handcrafted puzzles and games well beyond my price range, an item caught my attention. It was an adorable baby doll sitting high up on the shelf, nestled in a box that touted lifelike toes and a removable diaper. The doll, dressed in a blue striped onesie with only a patch of light brown hair on a pale pink head, reminded me immediately of my son. Certainly, the pacifier attached to the baby doll’s mouth by a magnet mirrored

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oh, great. expectations.
take it down a notch
by mike julianelle
topic: humor
9.6.10 • CLASSIC

[Preemptive disclaimer: Calm down, everyone. This column isn't about babies.] Expectations are a bitch. About two weeks ago, my wife and I went to the doctor to check on the progress of our fetus. He’s not due to be born for another week or so, but on this day – still three weeks before the scheduled due date – our doctor decided to whip my wife into a frenzy by announcing that labor might very well happen that coming weekend. Here we are, two weeks later, and nothing; Not a Cabbage Patch D

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guns don't kill people....
the ongoing fight for mental health
by tracey l. kelley (@TraceyLKelley)
topic: news
7.20.12 • CLASSIC

In light of another tragic mass shooting, this time in a movie theater in Aurora, Colorado, many people are pounding their chests about the need for gun control.

And once again, these people are missing the point.

While it's unfortunate the United States ranks first in the entire world for private gun ownership, and our country's firearm licensing is permissive rather than restrictive, further regulations can't guarantee a violence cease-fire. After all, a mass murderer isn't going to blink twice at a charge of illegal firearm possession.

What we continue to fail to realize as a society is that anything can be used as a weapon if intent is behind it: guns, knives, tear gas canisters, hammers, mauls, saws, chains, tweezers, ballpoint pens.

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pacino, attica & dog day afternoon
one of the greatest scenes in movie history, 35 years later
by jason gilmore (@JasonGilmore77)
topic: film
8.11.10 • CLASSIC

This month marks the 35th anniversary of the release of Sidney Lumet’s classic film, Dog Day Afternoon. In 1975, we were nearing the end of a renaissance unrivaled in American film. Hollywood studios – hopelessly out of touch with the American public throughout much of the 1960s – finally collapsed at the end of that decade. This opened the door for a young but talented band of directors, producers and actors to make iconoclastic movies that would change the landscape of cinema throughout the wo

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if you’re an artist, when is enough enough?
somewhere between a calling and a curse
by jeffrey d. walker
topic: music
8.8.11 • CLASSIC

In breaking from traditional article norms, I’m going to answer the question posed in the title of this article right now instead of making you read the whole thing to find out. The answer is: it’s never enough.

I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be an artist lately. You are an artist, or you are not an artist. You either create, or you are not creating. If you are no longer creating, for all purposes, you cease to exist as an artist.

This is where I find myself. I figure there’s no way you don’t know by now that I am a musician. What with scatterings of my escapades splashed across the feature page of Intrepid Media for over 10 years now, all laws of probability are against you being here reading this feature without some knowledge of my musical past.

But, in case you did happen upon this story with no understanding of my musical past, or, if you simply missed the article from last November, I semi-retired from playing in bands last year to prepare to become a new dad.

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don't take your caveman shopping
leave the hunter at home
by maigen thomas (@Maigen)
topic: humor
5.23.11 • CLASSIC

Men and women are different. If you didn't figure that out playing "Doctor" in the first grade, then hopefully you have established some kind of understanding in the years since. Beyond the physical differences that make dating, mating and relating so damn interesting are the psychological and genetic characteristics that drive us nuts when dealing with the opposite sex. We love them, but we hate them. One of the most obvious is shopping. Women love to shop, in general. Some feminists or

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kicking off operation 2012
mapping out my own set of great expectations
by alex b (@Lexistential)
topic: general
1.16.12 • CLASSIC

Semantics. Sometimes, it's just a question of semantics.

For this year, I've decided to actually take some time to plan a set of goals to achieve. Some can call these resolutions, but I refuse to call my objectives such. Like a fusspot who never grows to like eating cauliflower (but is okay with having it in mashed form), I simply don't like the word resolution. It seems too serious, too Model United Nations, even pretentious.

Above all, I have the mutant ability to disregard it (and anything else that smacks of overly serious dweebs with political anglings).

Still, in spite of my inability to digest the R-word as a fun or tolerable experience, I am determined to experience 2012 with a set of set objectives. I want the kind of year where I hit my milestones instead of seeing them get dust bunnies; I want to be productive.

Therefore, here goes Operation 2012.

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the power to decide
why it’s necessary for women to control their birth control
by sarah ficke (@DameMystery)
topic: news
3.7.12 • CLASSIC

When Sandra Fluke stood up to testify in front of Congress on February 23rd about the importance of accessible birth control for all women, she probably didn’t expect to be called a prostitute. Women probably didn’t think that, in March of 2012, we’d be defending our right to use a medicine that was approved for sale 52 years ago. And yet, here we are again having to convince people – primarily men – that women do have the right to have sex without pregnancy.

We live in a time when men are lowering or erasing the barriers that allow them to get women pregnant (see: insurance-subsidized Viagra), while making it harder and harder for women to prevent conception. While the issue is birth control, no-one is really talking about condoms in this case. Condoms are available on supermarket shelves, they cost less to buy, and they are known to prevent STIs – a definite medical benefit. They also require the consent of a man. The real subject of the conversation is the pill: the birth control method that women control and that women can practice with or without a man’s knowledge or consent.* The question then becomes not just should women use contraception, but should women be allowed to choose contraception on their own? There are many excellent reasons why the answer is – and should always be – yes.

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the great american sameness
a plea for difference
by erik lars myers (@TopFermented)
topic: pop culture
8.24.11 • CLASSIC

A few weeks ago I went on a road trip. My wife and I drove from our home in North Carolina to Minneapolis, Minnesota for a wedding. A smart man may have flown, but that man was probably not transporting kegs of beer to serve at said wedding. During this trip, we went across an amazing array of American countryside.

The trip spanned North Carolina, Virginia, West Virginia, Kentucky, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Wisconsin, and finally, Minnesota and it struck me again - as it did when we drove across the country about a decade back - just how vast and variable our country is. To put it simply, it is amazing and majestic.

From North Carolina driving north into West Virginia we drove through the Blue Ridge Mountains, these beautiful verdant green, sheer-drop landscapes. It feels as though the forest is soaring over your head and flowing under your feet as you bend through the roadways there.

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the cult of eff
bearing facebook's existential weight
by jeff miller (@jmillerboston)
topic: pop culture
11.7.11 • CLASSIC


It's two in the morning. My 5-year-old daughter has been in school exactly one week, and she's already brought home a lovely collection of drawings, handwriting worksheets, and the requisite headcold, which is now keeping me awake, along with the surprisingly annoying pitterpat of rain on asphalt and a Sudafed-induced psychedelia of voices and images swirling 'round my poor, stuffy skull.

I'm a bit of a worrier, and at my age and life stage (the two aren't exactly in sync thanks to my spending all of my twenties and, yes, even some of my thirties trying to be a professional musician) there's plenty of nourishment for the big green monster loving in Binkley's Anxiety Closet.

Still, I was somewhat shocked - enough so to prop myself up and subject my watery eyes to the microwave blaze of the iPad - to discover I was not only lying awake, suffering the indignities of late-night snot and Psuedoephedrine night terrors, I was also sweating the increasing burden and exponential, existential complexity of Facebook.

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re: irrussistible
I am not going to read it this time. I do and I just cannot pull myself together to comment. It is a beautiful tribute. I am very glad that you wro...

re: guns don't kill people....
Can we please find a way to heal and protect? I NEWTOWN, Conn. (AP) — A man opened fire Friday inside two classrooms at the Connecticut elementary sc...

re: a year without netflix
I would expect that and especially Netflix. Marketing, baby. They're spending zillions to get new subscribers....

re: everybody poops
What a bunch of crap! :-D Sorry. I tried to let it pass. Butt I'm weak. [edited]...

re: you are on your own heroes journey
Too short. Sigh. Thanks Maigen. I just miss him. I am glad that I can find people who cared deeply for him here. He had such good friends here!...


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