Thursday, March 28, 2013
My family belonged to our neighborhood pool, and every summer we would attend the 4th of July party there.
The ice-cream eating contest and free hot dogs were great, but it was the final game of the day that always gave me pause.
After the hot fudge and hot dog buns were cleared away, one of the lifeguards would grease a large watermelon with Crisco, throw it in the deep end of the pool and...
Thursday, March 21, 2013
FOMO, fo’ sho.’
Translated into plain English, that’s “fear of missing out, for sure.”
As a Millennial, I admit to feeling this way at times—fearing that I’m missing out on something more exciting or fun than what I’m currently doing.
Social media plays a major role in this, of course. When you post a Facebook status proudly announcing that you...
Thursday, March 14, 2013
I was a 5’7” forward playing against 6’1” girls during my days as a high school basketball player. Call me Mugsy Bogues.
Except unlike Mugsy, I was also slow and unable to jump more than three inches off the ground. But what I lacked in height and hang time, I made up for with heart.
I was that person who wore t-shirts with sayings like, “Basketball is life—...
Thursday, March 7, 2013
I’m a risk-taker. Fashion forward. Ahead of the times.
For example, I wore oversized glasses in middle school, way before all the hipsters started doing it in Brooklyn. Sure, fellow classmates were probably making fun of me behind my back, but no matter—I was cool and I knew it.
Now every hipster worth his organic salt is copying 12-year-old me.
I also rocked skinny jeans...