Thursday, December 3, 2015
I studied abroad in Bath, England, during my junior year of college. Though, to be more accurate, it was more like I binge-ate digestives, traveled on sketchy buses and discovered hard cider abroad. Not a lot of studying.
It was the spring of 2007, and I lived in an old, narrow Georgian home overlooking the city center with eight roommates who were total strangers when I first arrived...
Thursday, November 19, 2015
I was a “middler” in high school. I wasn’t popular by any stretch of the imagination, but I also wasn’t at the very bottom of the totem pole. In other words, people weren’t making fun of me to my face.
Behind my back, sure.
It wasn’t a bad spot to be. Was I totally unaware that people even had parties in high school because I was never invited to one? Yes. Did I wish I didn’t have to lie when...
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Some of my friends have very simple screening criteria when searching for a significant other: You must have a bed, with a frame, in a place that does not also house your parents.
Futons, mattresses thrown on the floor, a nightly snack drop-off from mother dearest; you’re in your late 20s, people—get your act together.
While some of my counterparts may not know what a fitted sheet is, I want to...
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Turn on almost any radio station morning show and quite frequently the morning talk host will be asking for “The Phrase that Pays”. This is generally a tag line that summarizes a marketing jingle that the audience is supposed to remember. Something such as “This is KSCUM radio… where we scrub the hits with no commercial breaks every day!”
This short statement is meant to remind listeners what...