Thursday, August 18, 2011
I’d like to think I have a few talents. Writing, playing the theme song to “Titanic” on my light-up Casio keyboard, investing inordinate amounts of energy in reality TV couples—these are all things I’m good at. But do-it-yourself (DIY) projects don’t make that list.
Due to my total lack of handiwork skills, sixth-grade Industrial Arts class was a particularly harrowing time for me. I always felt...
Thursday, August 11, 2011
I once pulled out a baby tooth, despite the fact that it wasn’t ready to come out, just to get a dollar. I had run out of birthday money and really wanted the latest Polly Pocket.
A few years later, I found myself $300 in the red after losing many, many games of darts to my younger brother. I should have quit after the third game but I couldn’t stomach the thought of losing and felt double-or-...
Thursday, August 4, 2011
I hate the color pink.
Aside from a few exceptions—Kimberley, the Pink Power Ranger, a pair of hot pink L.A. Gear high-top shoes I owned as a child and pink Starbursts—I’m just not a fan.
I’ve even gone so far as to tell my mother that when the time comes for her to throw me a baby shower—that time being very, very far away—I would rather not receive a sea of pink dresses, hats and blankets. I’...
Thursday, July 21, 2011
On Monday night I purchased my first new car. It was a right-of-passage moment straight out of a Judy Blume book. I stood there with the keys in my hand, sobbing as my mother went off on the dealership manager because he did me wrong.
OK, maybe not Judy Blume.
The Spice Girls may have paved the way for girl power in the 90s, but the truth is it’s really intimidating to walk into a car...