The first time I discovered feminism really, I was nineteen years old and living in the college dorms. I never would have said, I’m not a feminist, but I thought of them all like images of television: static bras burning and picket signs in front of picket fences. I don’t understand why they’re so angry, I thought. That’s … Continue reading Why Women Are Angry
It started out as a game, basically. I’m pretty sure that’s always how it starts. Kristen and I were curled up on my bed one cold night last winter, drinking craft beer and complaining about our love lives. We were both between boyfriends and frustrated with the lack of hygienic boys on campus who cared … Continue reading Love In The Time of Social Media
Working in the Asheville downtown service industry sucks. Hell, working in the service industry anywhere sucks. You work uncompromisingly long hours in ugly shoes to serve uppity white tourists little appetizers, fully knowing that they will still tip you less than fifteen percent. Behind the scenes, it’s a new emergency every day. Whether that emergency … Continue reading Service Industry Blues
This is a photo of me pretending to have fun on a snow day. It’s a total lie. I hate snow. I used to think I wanted to move to New York until I realized it’s a terrible idea to move somewhere where you hate the weather over 50% of the time. I just don’t … Continue reading Snow More Parties in L.A.