Last Call: Summer’s halfway over, so get out there and see some live music

It’s usually around this time of year that summer is halfway through and I realize I haven’t checked out near enough bands yet. So then I usually go on a but of a tear. Last night, I was lucky enough to catch Panic! At The Disco at the United Center and was frankly blown away. Brendon Urie puts on a hell of a show,…

Last Call: Star-crossed lovers on The Bachelorette and messages from the stars

Over the weekend, I went to the Onion Comedy & Arts Festival, and one of the many highlights was the live version of Bitch Sesh, the podcast where Casey Wilson and Danielle Schneider diss on all things Real Housewives. It was so much fun, I wondered why I don’t I get together with my girlfriends once a week and watch…

Last Call: We should all be taking our lunch breaks

We have a benevolent overlord at The Takeout—that’s you, Kevin!—who not only tolerates but encourages us to take lunch breaks, walks, and Headspace meditation time during the day. Turns out, this makes him not just a good dude but a smart boss: Forbes reports that employees who take lunch breaks are more productive…

Last Call: Join us in looking at dogs on the internet

Remember when Twitter used to be fun? Now it’s a horrible, raging, flaming dumpster fire, so the fun of following random accounts is a dim memory most days. So I’m really thrilled with my most recent follow, I’ve Pet That Dog. Gideon is a 9-year-old boy who takes pictures with the dogs that he stops to pet—276 as of…

Last Call: This endangered salamander is tragically tasty

In a news report reminiscent of Mr. Burns’ “See My Vest” bit, The Express reports on an endangered Chinese salamander that unfortunately tastes like chicken. This is funny for about half a minute before you realize this animal is on the brink of extinction, and is the world’s largest amphibian. Come on, let’s just eat…

Last Call: Today’s dieting conundrums could be traced to the 1920s’ flapper

I’m a lifelong F. Scott Fitzgerald fan (well, at least since college), easily as fascinated with the Great Gatsby era as the guy in Midnight In Paris is. But I never really thought about how much the fashion of the 1920s changed cultural ideals for the female body—and not for the better. This fascinating read on Gastro Obscura points out

Last Call: What strange snacks are we smuggling into movies?

Slate’s Nosh is a new “pop-up blog” devoted to snacks—kudos, Slate—and today it tackled the topic of foods smuggled into movie theater. Most of what I want to nibble on during a movie can be procured at the concessions stand: butter-drenched popcorn, maybe some peanut M&Ms. (I will definitely sneak in a can of wine.)…