Happy Easter! I Hate Peeps.

If you’ve never had a Peeps, know this: It’s like eating a tablespoon of sugar lovingly dusted atop a mouthful of your gramma’s cellulite. Pretty sure those are the two main ingredients, just behind yellow dye number gross. This is punishment candy. It’s the equivalent of getting a turd in…

Introducing Jeff Gage, the New Dallas Observer Music Editor

It’s a long way from here to Minneapolis. About 14 hours, in fact. I know because I made the trip myself last weekend, having packed everything I own into a U-Haul and hopping on Interstate 35, which I followed virtually from one end of the country to the other. When…

Why Aren’t Italians Called Latinos?

Dear Mexican: One thing I find a little antagonizing is the use of the term “Latino” as a synonym only for “Hispanic.” I’ve noticed that you tend to favor Hispanic quite a bit more than Latino; thank you. The Latins as a people, a culture, a language, a tribe, came…

Preschool Owns You, and There’s Nothing You Can Do

In preschool, they decide when school happens because they have you by the toddler balls. They don’t follow a regular school calendar, because fuck you, they do what they want, this isn’t real education yet. The “pre” in “preschool” does stand for “pretend,” after all. This isn’t to say that…

The Tunnels Didn’t Kill Downtown Dallas; Dallas Killed Downtown Dallas

The Dallas City Council is reopening the question of whether the underground tunnel system beneath the buildings downtown is what killed downtown street commerce in the 1990s. Apparently now that downtown is on the rebound, some people suffer from a superstitious fear that reopening closed portions of the tunnel system…

Why do Mexicans Say Mande?

Even though throughout the years since I came to the U.S. 20 years ago I have seen it happening with less frequency, the use by Mexicans of the expression ¿Mande? (Command me) has always struck me. I personally see it as a symbolic legacy of submission probably originating from the…

Six Reasons Your Band Should Not Play Longer Than Twenty Minutes

Imagine you’re on a date and you’re telling a story. It’s a long one, but you know it’s a winner. Everyone always loves this story. Three quarters of the way to the punch line, you notice a shift in your date’s behavior. They’re glancing at the door, bouncing their leg…

Ask Andrew W.K.: My Religious Family Thinks I Drink Too Much

Dear Andrew, My entire family are teetotaling religious types who never tasted a drop of liquor or tried a single drug. They even find dancing offensive. Well, I drink, and just last week they had an intervention on my behalf. Now they’ve got me thinking I may have a problem…

Mexicans Hate Mexicans Most

Dear Mexican: I’m a second-generation Orange County-raised pocho. Both sides of my family have been civil rights activists since the 1940s. My mother’s family took part in the landmark case Mendez, et al v. Westminster, et al. in 1946. My father was a Chicano activist in the 1960s and 1970s…

Not All DISD Reformers Are Elitist, Public Ed-hating Zombies

In the smoke, din, blinding flashes, screams, roars, flying body parts, weird music and scarily bad odors blasting out from Mayor Mike Rawlings’ enormously maladroit public school takeover campaign, there has been a silver lining. It is a very thin silver lining, kind of like a kitten that survives an…

How to Get Beyond Being a Local Band

Critic Jessica Hopper has played in and managed bands, toured internationally, booked shows, produced records, worked as a publicist and is the author of The Girls’ Guide to Rocking, a how-to for teen ladies. She is here to help you stop doing it wrong. Send your problems to her –…