At age 14, I loved dirty dancing. We called it booty shaking back then. But I weighed less than 100 lbs and not much was shaking on me but bones. I would watch my summer camp friends dance while, in the corner, I twitched in a pattern that imitated rhythm to stay unnoticed. The girlsContinue reading “Tales from the B-side of a Skinny Twerker”
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For Girls Whose Mamas Dressed Them Like Boys
I never devised an appropriate way to get back at my mother for the shame of it all. I dreamed of it for years, though. We were shopping in the Post Exchange department store (called the PX by military folk). I stood still as she whipped a pair of jeans from the rack and heldContinue reading “For Girls Whose Mamas Dressed Them Like Boys”
Breaking Up with Bad Businesses
I am reclining, engrossed in Denzel Washington’s preternaturally calm face as he flies a plane upside down. The massaging chair kneads my lower back. It has been aching of late and the rotating balls feel pretty good. So, why am I absolutely infuriated? It is 12:55 pm and I have just 5 minutes to get backContinue reading “Breaking Up with Bad Businesses”
In Defense of the Skinny Humblebrag
I’m putting my thick skin on for this one. I recently realized I am guilty of the skinny humblebrag. It’s despicable, I know. (If you don’t know what a humblebrag is, look here or here, and there’s even a book!) For you snarky types, this post can also be summarized as “waah, waah, waah, boo hooContinue reading “In Defense of the Skinny Humblebrag”
Web Crush Wednesday: Allie Brosh
The Internet and I have this not-so-secret love affair with each other. I try to Get Stuff Done, the Internet whispers sweet nothings in my ear, and hours later, I’m exclaiming that Uncle Phil was the voice of The Shredder on Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. (How flipping fantastic is that?!) On one such foray into Internet wildernessContinue reading “Web Crush Wednesday: Allie Brosh”
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