Thursday, August 13, 2015
A recent episode of “This American Life” featured a very proper British woman who discussed the seven things that should never be brought up in polite conversation. Among them, “route talk,” your health, your diet, your dreams and money.
It left me with very little to say.
Fortunately—for everyone—I’m not working in a leasing office. My stories of frantic WebMD searches, tangents about binge...
Thursday, July 30, 2015
My memories of college move-in days involve a lot of crying or sweating. Sometimes both, together.
At the time, I wasn’t so great at the whole being away from my parents thing. Damn you both for providing me with a loving childhood.
Simultaneously, my college wasn’t so great at the whole air conditioning thing. Three flights of steps + all of my worldly possessions – A/C = a disgruntled father. I...
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Breaking up, as they say, is hard to do. No one ever says the right thing. Someone is always crying. And the dumper, despite the very best of intentions, is automatically the bad guy.
Now imagine if you took the subjective element out of it. Instead of spouting out lines that are meant to comfort but that always feel like crap to hear (“It’s not you, it’s me,” “You deserve so much better”, “I...
Thursday, July 2, 2015
I discovered ‘soft pants’ last month. This is an actual thing. They’re those pants for women—usually tapered at the ankle—that look (and feel) like classy pajamas acceptable for daytime wear. Sometimes they have patterns. Always they are soft.
These soft pants are slowly yet steadily changing my life. I’m concerned I may never return to hard pants. Goodbye, jeans. You were good to me.