Irish-born Bostonian Kieran McWilliam still remembers his very first Guinness at Reddy's in Carlow - his preferred stomping ground on the old sod. Clearly, it made an impact: for more than 20 years, McWilliam has been behind the bar at Brighton's Irish Village, pulling perfect pints of the lauded stout. With St.

Still shamelessly snapping iPhone selfies of your #KillerAbs in public-bathroom mirrors? It may be time for professional help. Lara Woolfson and Kate Harper of Waltham's Studio Nouveau let locals unleash their inner bombshells through sexy boudoir photography (as shown above). And photographer Ryuji Suzuki of Boston's Beaupix has a growing business taking online-dating profile pics for clients.

With the advent of sexting and Internet porn, phone sex is becoming a lost art for most of us. But for Cameryn Moore, a phone-sex operator who lived in the Boston area for the past eight years, it's a livelihood - and a rich source of material.

Years before For a Good Time, Call . . . hit the big screen, Moore's one-woman show Phone Whore toured the world and won the award for Best Female Solo show at the 2010 San Francisco Fringe Festival.

Everyone's a comedian, right? Actually, no: while we may fancy ourselves the belles of the comedy ball when we're half a bottle of whiskey deep, being a real stand-up comic is hard work. Having been in the game since the late '80s, BU alum and "comedian's comedian" Marc Maron knows all about that. "I've been doing this a long time, and people actually want to see me now," he says.

If you're like, uh, 99.9 percent of the human population (which includes us), chances are you've resolved to get in shape before. And if you're like 99.9% of that population (which also includes us), chances are your very best intentions gave way to late-night beer and pizza orgies and canceled gym memberships come February.

Savvy shopper Christine Mitchell is here to save your procrastinating ass

We're the kind of people you see sprinting frantically around the mall on Christmas Eve, mainlining food-court coffee with sweat streaming down our red faces as we elbow other hapless procrastinators out of our way because WE SAW THAT SCARF FIRST AIGHT? But we're not proud of it.