Day: March 3, 2015

Quidditch is not a real sport. It is something that was invented for the Harry Potter book series. That is exactly the amount of knowledge I have regarding Quidditch (and the amount I have regarding Harry Potter isn’t that much more). Despite it not being real, there are people in our world that have decided to change that.

The US Quidditch South Regional Tournament took place over the weekend in Florida. Fourteen teams battled it out in Palm Coast and did … something. I have no idea how one might play a fake sport, but they got it done. Of course, since it’s a sporting event, that means that there are winners and losers. I ask you, is there anything worse than being the loser in made-up sport?

The answer, of course, is no.

Look, nobody’s saying people over 30 shouldn’t use Tinder. But, you’re gonna have to pay for it.

Tinder, the dating app that speeds up rejection and hook-ups through users pawing at their phones, is rolling out a premium service that gives you more chances to swipe at people. To make it more palatable to younger users, they’re using a tiered pay rate system based on age. People in their 20s will only pay $9.99 a month, while users 30 and above will pay $19.99 a month.

(Even for 20-year-olds, that’s more than a Netflix membership, and Netflix at least guarantees you’ll see a boob on Orange is the New Black.)

So, your choices are to be creepy on Tinder or get thee to eHarmony.

If you’re in London this month, you’re probably excited about Annie the Owl, a pop up bar that will be open for only one week. You are also probably a crazy person.

The draw of the bar is that you get to drink with owls. For those of you who don’t know, owls are huge, scary birds that can see you in the dark, and have long talons that could slice you up in a fraction of a second. A place filled with these flying death machines seems like a good place to drink, doesn’t it?

Now, the bar has cut the service of all alcohol in response to concerns from animal rights groups. So you can’t even enjoy the bar for the reason you’re there: to get drunk.