“This is not the look I was going for.” Towel in hand, the photographer is wiping up the dusty remnants of a weekend renovation spent…
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SEVEN years ago I wrote a piece about the six degrees of separation between myself and Vice President Joe Biden, wherein I described an evening at…
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THE TICKETS were booked in March, back when the idea of summer—leaves on the trees, sun on your skin, sweat trickling down your sides—seemed altogether impossible.…
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IT’S 9 p.m. and I am coming to grips with the fact that I am royally f’ed up, possibly unsalvageable. Though that should hardly come as…
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In my experience dating, which has lasted enough consecutive years that I consider myself to be an absolute expert on the subject (especially on the…
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“Can you wear a skirt on a job interview?” I send the text message about twenty minutes into a harried changing session, my bedroom littered…
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If you’re looking for sound and measured beauty advice, you’d be wise to ask anyone but me. I’ve had one facial in my life, and…
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It’s been two years since my friend sat across from me and told me I had to write down everything I wanted in a guy…
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The more technology plows into the future, the more I feel like a 91-year-old grandmother muttering about how things were better in the good old…
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Impulsiveness. It’s the scourge of the Aries, a type of marked characteristic that likely defines murderers, thieves, and people really bad at calm, stable, interpersonal…
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I ignored it the first time, not wanting to make the conversation awkward for either of us, but the second time the topic came…
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There is, on the part of my computer’s hard drive dedicated to a Gmail account, a handful of folders I cannot let go of, filled…
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