Megan Koester
My Name Is Megan, and I'm an Alcoholic
When you've got a true problem with alcohol, your only two options are quitting or dying.
The Vile Majesty of Hollywood Boulevard on New Year’s Eve
If you're looking for old Hollywood glamour, my advice would be to stay the hell out of Hollywood, especially on New Year's Eve. It is, to thousands, a perfectly perverse place to drunkenly celebrate the passing of another year.
The Vile Majesty of Hollywood Boulevard on New Year’s Eve
If you're looking for old Hollywood glamour, my advice would be to stay the hell out of Hollywood, especially on New Year's Eve. It is, to thousands, a perfectly perverse place to drunkenly celebrate the passing of another year.
LA's Newest Communist-Themed Restaurant Made Me Realize I'd Be a Terrible Communist
As a latchkey kid, I suck at sharing, and sharing is the point of Private Party.
Why It Sucks to Be a Woman in Comedy
Men never think about this stuff—at least until you bring it to their attention.
You Will Live Forever in Our Hearts: Photos From a Pet Cemetery
One of the oldest animal burial grounds on the West Coast, the Los Angeles Pet Cemetery is filled with nearly a century's worth of dead pets.
LA's Old 'Pay What You Wish' Cafeteria Is Reopening as a Restaurant for Yuppies
Clifton's Cafeteria opened at the peak of the Great Depression, and provided "pay what you wish" meals to those down on their luck. Now, it serves sliders and artisanal cocktails to a rapidly gentrifying Downtown LA.
Photos of Jesus Christ, Rotting in the Desert
Desert Christ Park is filled with biblical statues, each of them crumbling and deteriorating in the elements.
Living with My Post-Katrina Survivor's Guilt
While others lost everything, I stayed in FEMA-funded hotel rooms and lapped up pity from those who saw my Louisiana license plate. Instead of character, all I got out of Katrina was a party-friendly anecdote.
Anxiety Is Slowly Killing Me
There is nothing more uncomfortable than feeling as though you are not in complete control of the systems that function within you. You know there is no logical reason for feeling this way. And yet, in spite of it all, you do.
Immersing Myself in Centuries-Old Panoramic Paintings Was Better Than Watching Any TV Show
Burnt out on the modern world? Put down your cell phone and go back to a form of entertainment from the 1800s.
On Safety, Fear, and Walking Home Alone at Night as a Woman
I could be attacked when I walk around by myself in the dark. I could be attacked at home, too. So what does it mean to "be safe"?