Category: Dude, Or Douchebag

Dude or Dbag: Outfits Of The LA Auto Show

Fresh off of the LA Auto Show press days, I’m now back at work, trying to address what is likely your biggest question, “What was everyone wearing?” Auto journalists are not exactly known for their keen fashion sense. Given that most spend their time either driving (on their butts), writing (sitting down) or drinking (again, on the ass) it isn’t a profession particularly conducive to...

Dude, or Douchebag: ICON’s Jonathan Ward

Fundraisers. Who goes to that stuff anyway? Celebrities, heiresses and society people, people with too much money & time– not MY people. But then I got an invite where the “cause” was close to my heart or more accurately, my uterus (it was for needy kids) and I went. However, the real draw was to answer the perpetual MM question, “Is He A Dude, or...

Dude Or Douchebag: El Nino Vehicle

This El Nino thing is getting real here in Southern California.  Of course I, like the next person, love to crack jokes about our mild weather and the widespread panic that ensues when a sprinkle drops from the sky.  However, once people’s homes start sliding down mountains, we must take El Nino seriously. Thus, let’s consider what is appropriate (or inappropriate) in the newly formed...

Dude Or Douchebag: Surf Transport 2015

It’s surf season in LA. Actually, it’s always surf season in LA. More accurately, it’s currently LA’s tourist surf season– which is a delightful time to be me.  First of all, it means I’m one of the best girls in the water (ok, at least I’m not the worst), but more importantly, it’s the time when local readers send me awesome stuff like this: (thanks...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Nitto AE Day ’15

Car shows.  I know so many people who really want to go to them, but don’t.  So many women especially! Why is that?  Well, in a nutshell, car shows have reputations of being filled with douchebags.  Places where guys stand around waxing poetic about dumb, gear head nonsense and dismiss everyone else. But Mama’s here to tell you that it is all a myth.  Well,...

Dude, Or Douchebag: Vanity Plates (More Or Less)

Vanity plates in Los Angeles are kind of like tattoos–not having one is a statement of true rebellion.  And while most people think that having a vanity plate is inherently a douchey thing, these days, I’ve noticed a new kind of plate that’s making me: Our roads used to be filled stuff like this, the d-bag that wants to remind us how fast, oh excuse me “faaast” his M5...