I have a super power and I am sorry to tell you that you are too old to obtain it. Well, I mean, I guess you could try but it would be pretty disgusting. I am not sure your family would understand. I have the immune system of 4 witches. If Trump were smart, he’d ditch the pomade/camel jizz (<— // Read more Read more…
Earlier this week I was at a bar by myself, enjoying a quick bite while I waited for my improv show to kick off in the theatre next door. I couldn’t help but overhear what I assume was a first date go oh-so wrong. This got me thinking about the emotional labor that women provide in our day-to-day lives. The sort // Read more Read more…
You know that feeling. Your heart thumps more rapidly as you quicken your pace. You feel that it is getting difficult to swallow past the lump of fear growing in your throat. You wonder how it is going to end and what you can possibly do to MAKE it end or at least be less afraid. Street Harassment. This happened yesterday // Read more Read more…
An excerpt from Eat Pray Love, Elizabeth Gilbert: “The Indians around here tell a cautionary fable about a great saint who was always surrounded in his Ashram by loyal devotees. For hours a day, the saint and his followers would meditate on God. The only problem was that the saint had a young cat, an annoying creature, who used to // Read more Read more…
I grew up with a father that played bass guitar in a rock band. I don’t know if that instantly gives me cool points or if I should just put on a wife beater and go eat peanut butter out of a jar. As a kid I didn’t think much of it, other than on Thursday nights the band would // Read more Read more…
I am not creative. This is going to sound 1 of 2 ways to you. 1) Like the most ridiculous thing you have ever read and like I am fishing for compliments. – If you are someone reading a blog, that is not only written by me but contains drawings by me, someone that also performs improv, plays many instruments and owns a // Read more Read more…
I have a degree in Biology. It totally makes me capable of discussing these sciencey topics with you. I now know exactly how birth control works and I am ready to impart this knowledge. You’re welcome. I decided around 29 years old that I wasn’t ready to have kids. My husband said he wanted to have a kid that year. I said // Read more Read more…
when someone brushes your hair back from your eyes absently as they are talking to you finding an entire album that you can listen to without skipping tracks (Massive Attack “Mezzanine”) getting off a plane at the airport and your someone is waiting for you, beaming getting the messy bun right the first time making eye contact that inexplicably // Read more Read more…
1. The ability to conjure up more than a list. It seems spring has pulled my ability to write further from me with each additional minute of daylight. 2. To be pulled in close for a kiss. A perfect kiss. A nice, lovely, perfect kiss. 3. To remind you guys of this guy from the beach in Mykonos. Not the // Read more Read more…
My brother and I were very close growing up. Having older twin sisters, ooOOOoOOoOOoooOOO the blonde hair, blue eyed “Tiger Twins” (literally, how they were known in our neighborhood), that invented their own stupid clever language, shared a bedroom and did everything together meant that when my baby brother was born, I finally had someone to hang out with. We were // Read more Read more…
