Thursday, May 17, 2012
The other day—a Friday night, to be exact—my roommate said she didn’t understand why we never met single guys.
“I really don’t get it,” I said to her, sitting on the couch in an oversized t-shirt, scrolling through the TV’s On Demand menu so I could watch Maria Menounos and Derek Hough’s rumba (for the third time) on “Dancing With the Stars.” “Hey, do you mind if I open a can of tuna?”
It had the...
Thursday, May 10, 2012
My roommate—who is a self-proclaimed mess right now, both personally and professionally—has started downloading podcasts from Oprah’s Spirit Channel to re-center herself. Last week she pulled out a notebook and began rattling off inspiring catch phrases—nuggets of wisdom such as “remember your spirit,” “what we dwell on is who we become” and “never speak out against the beef industry.”
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Back in the day I used to sit in my elementary school’s computer lab, playing the game Oregon Trail.
Originally developed in the early 70s to teach school children about the harsh realities of 19th century pioneer life on the Oregon Trail, the game was a real gut check.
Sitting in front of Apple computers the size of coffee tables, my classmates and I each assumed the role of a wagon leader,...
Thursday, April 26, 2012
I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life.
Bangs, for example. I grew up in the late 90s, a decade after Bubble Bangs were in, but I said to hell with fashion and continued to sport them well into Y2K.
If that wasn’t bad enough, I attempted to cut said bangs with poultry shears on several occasions. My mom would ask me why there was hair in the bathroom sink and I would shrug, my bangs creeping...