Central Features Editor

Christy Fantz

Christy Fantz has been covering Boulder's features beat for 15 years. As a longtime columnist for the Colorado Daily and current features editor for Boulder County newspapers, Fantz enjoys temporarily rendering readers' jaws agape with a little love tase now and again. It keeps us young.

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There’s this 22-year-old broad who spends her days unboxing children’s toys on YouTube. She’s worth $25 million. She reportedly hauls in an estimated revenue of nearly $30K per day from ads. I won’t divulge my annual salary, but it’s not far from her daily salary. And she plays with toys all day. 
Fantz in Your Pants: Take $10 grand and shove it
There’s this 22-year-old broad who spends her days unboxing children’s toys on YouTube. She’s worth $25 million. She reportedly hauls in an estimated revenue of nearly $30K per day from...
My child and I express our love in exactly the same way. Our hearts and endorphins burst with so much fire and warmth that we are fierce and fast in sharing it with others. 
Fantz in Your Pants: Young love
My child and I express our love in exactly the same way. Our hearts and endorphins burst with so much fire and warmth that we are fierce and fast in...
Do you see what you’ve done to us, #COwx? You make us exchange in small-talk pleasantries with other human beings. You're a real piece of work.
Fantz in Your Pants: Snow my god(s)
Do you see what you’ve done to us, #COwx? You make us exchange in small-talk pleasantries with other human beings. You're a real piece of work.
Almost a decade has passed since I met a suitor, got married, spit out a spawn and got divorced. I didn’t want to date after that; my wish was to shun relationships forever.
Fantz in Your Pants: Dating is weird now
Almost a decade has passed since I met a suitor, got married, spit out a spawn and got divorced. I didn’t want to date after that; my wish was to...
I was standing at the bar, talking to a friend when a man reached under my dress, between my legs and swiped my privates as he walked out the door.
Fantz in Your Pants: Look at that hog
I was standing at the bar, talking to a friend when a man reached under my dress, between my legs and swiped my privates as he walked out the door.
As I sat in my BFF’s backyard under a canopy of rippling Aspen trees, I glugged my coffee mug of wine, savoring some rare serenity. Abutting my zen space, the squeaking began.
Fantz in Your Pants: Franco vs. The Mouse
As I sat in my BFF’s backyard under a canopy of rippling Aspen trees, I glugged my coffee mug of wine, savoring some rare serenity. Abutting my zen space, the...