September 2011
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Wreckage
I sat down this evening to write something — anything — and I was terrified by what came out.
I ended up writing a letter to an ex. One of those letters you think will fix everything that went wrong, but ends up adding more fractures to an already mangled thing. I realized about a third of the way through just how terrible it was, doing what I was doing, writing those words. But I...
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“You’re so sensitive. You’re so emotional. You’re defensive. You’re overreacting....”
– A Message To Women From A Man: You Are Not “Crazy” | The Current Conscience (via styro)
“I don’t think this idea that women are ‘crazy,’ is based in some sort of massive conspiracy. Rather, I believe it’s connected to the slow and steady drumbeat of women being undermined and dismissed, on a daily...
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Don't Ever Change, Berkeley
Andronico’s, the bastion of yuppie groceries in the Bay Area, has a display case of locally-baked bagels right inside its front door. It’s hard to miss. You bend over to grab your bachelor basket (because you’ll never eat the food put in a adult-sized cart before it goes bad) and can’t help but stare at Asiago goodness on the way back up.
This is how I decide what to eat...
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Every rock star needs an astronaut song.
As with...