Turning in My Selfie Resignation

The Internet is overrun with selfies. Some alluring, some precocious, some nerdy, some pretending they don’t know that a picture is being taken when the mirror shows the camera in their hand. Look away, act surprised selfies. Duck-lipped, pouty princess, queen of all bees selfies. Other selfies are more artful, playing with light against theContinue reading “Turning in My Selfie Resignation”

Chicks Stay Tripping (Or, Why I Need Him)

http://youtu.be/6l3F-YoznEg?t=3s I am a clumsy and accident-prone chick. Ordained before time immemorial. What toddler you know breaks her leg learning how to walk? My mother photographed me, knock-kneed, standing next to an ottoman with a purple cast binding my leg. I am reminded of this when I wonder why I walk into walls. It onlyContinue reading “Chicks Stay Tripping (Or, Why I Need Him)”

Bougie Girls Against Bologna

Frankly, I wanted to punch him in the mouth. I was sitting in the work lunch room, minding my own business, eating a hastily packed meal of Ramen noodles and snacks. My coworker Greg glanced over at my bowl and snorted. “Are you eating Ramen Noodles?” “Yeah.” “I wouldn’t get caught dead eating those things!Continue reading “Bougie Girls Against Bologna”

Undressing the Italian

I have never been so irritated to see a half naked man in all my life. (Mind you, this is a rare occurrence for me, as I generally think half naked images are better than fully naked ones. But I digress). Frankly, I think Kraft did themselves a disservice by making The Zesty Guy the starContinue reading “Undressing the Italian”