"Whatever happened to a boyfriend? The kind of guy who tries to win you over Whatever happened to a boyfriend? The kind of guy who makes love 'cause he’s in it I want a boyfriend, I want a boyfriend I want all that stupid old shit, Like letters and soda." — Liz Phair, "F*ck and Run," from Exile in Guyville What does courtship mean in a world of sexting, casual sex, and going Dutch on the Read more

I was lucky enough to catch Liz Phair's live show here in San Francisco this week, one of a handful where she's performing Exile in Guyville in its entirety to promote the album's re-release this month. While the 1993 album originally dropped a tiny bit too early for a then-preteen me to catch on right away, this CD found me by the time I had gotten my first taste of romantic angst. I felt (in Read more