July 2012
12 posts
Quote of the day
“When I go on dates, I am a total proponent of the guy paying for the first two dates. I’ll pay for the third, but the first two he better pay for–birth control is expensive and makes my tits hurts. You think dinner is expensive? Plan B is expensive. Fuck you.”
- Awesomely pragmatic quote from awesomely pragmatic freelance writer Natasha Vargas-Cooper on paying for dates, from...
NEW POST: On growing out of dive bars
We still like to call them just “dive bars”, but that isn’t the correct term. “Dive bar” is supposed to mean rough, working class, gritty. The neighborhood should be down-and-out, not up-and-coming. The clientele should be a mix of derelicts and drunks and the bartender should be indistinguishable from their patrons. A true dive has no attractive, young people anywhere in the vicinity. When people...
Adult of the day: Gaby Dunn
I’m always impressed with new adults who have multi-hyphenate careers, especially when they finds a measure of success right out the gate. A little while ago, I read a few article buy young writer/editor/comedian/internet person-of-note Gaby Dunn. If you’re unfamiliar, Gaby started a website called 100interviews.com, where she interviewed 100 different people. She went on to write a column about...
Who you used to be: a few digital ways to look...
My recent trip to Europe inspired all sorts of romantic notions about literary Europe in my imagination. Besides walking around with a notebook (that I primarily used for writing down restaurants I wanted to try) and experimenting with wearing a beret (a failed experiment, I might add), I also decided to read or re-read some of the great literary works about Americans in Europe. So, onto my...
Email from my mom of the day
This is what my Mom had to say upon reading my most recent post about weddings.
“when did you wake up blotto in a hospital? I really like your blog, but I better not read it anymore. The laughs are not worth the angst. Love, mom”
Here’s what happens when I go to friends weddings
If you’re like me, in your late-20s, your summers are probably tent-poled by the celebrations of your friends love-contracts, their fiestas of legally bound love, if you will. I had four last summer, three this summer, and god knows how many I’ll have next year. Just this week, I returned from the nuptials of one young Ben Winkleblack, an old high school...
A completely self-indulgent recap of my trip to...
rThe first time I went to Europe was a three-week trip sailing trip around the Mediterranean. The trip was financed by grandmother, who did the same for all of my cousins. She was an extremely well-read English teacher, who wanted her jumpstart her grandchildrens’ old world cultural educations. Little did she know that I’d spend most of my time on a boat, debating with my fellow travelers about...
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