I’m standing in the lobby of a tattoo and piercing parlor on 2nd Avenue, my hair freshly blown-out and blonde from a four-hour salon appointment,…
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“Alright, I’ll take Henry, Nicole, Jenny, and Gina.” The casting director is peering over her glasses onto a clipboard, that familiar sheet of paper that…
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Here’s a story: Girl walks into a bar. Girl sees her friends. Girl walks straight towards her friends because, man, these people are awesome! Girl…
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After the ’94 Northridge Earthquake, we had to remodel our house. Though it hadn’t been flattened like many of the parking garages just five miles…
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White and green. That’s the color scheme of Gillian’s wedding. Really deep emerald, she adds. Very country club, I offer. She tells me about the…
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I did it. I bought another fancy bag. My second “grownup bag” of my entire life, purchased almost a year to the day of my…
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The Secret came out when I was 22, just a young and impressionable girl in the throws of a very fickle career in the modeling…
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“Yellow” came out when I was still in high school, back before I could drive, right about when I probably lost my virginity. I remember…
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Amy is hovering over me while I flip through the photos on my iPhone, passing tiny cubes of Brooklyn sunsets, Internet screengrabs, and a rather…
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Marco’s brought me over here on the pretense of meeting a dude. “You’ll like Nicholas,” he says. “Right up your alley.” In my “right up…
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All the blood has begun to drain from my head, across my chest, through my arms, down my legs, and into my feet, where the…
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As anyone who has read anything I’ve written over the last four years will attest, I’ve wasted plenty of time on dudes, the lucky few…
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