My boyfriend lived five minutes away from me and we never saw each other. His apartment was in a complex two minutes away from where I'd gone to college, and although it wasn't de facto student housing, everyone that lived there was under the age of 22 except for him. He had a dog, a roommate, … Continue reading Excerpt: This is good I’m so good
I grew up in a little Presbyterian church in the suburbs of North Carolina that believed in predestination and the importance of keeping in touch. Church wasn't all bad, at least not back then. It was more than just Sunday mornings. It was weekly dinners in the fellowship hall, Bible study, choir practice and kickball. … Continue reading the importance of keeping in touch
I have this vision of myself. My hair is still long, like it was before I shaved it all off, and I'm wearing a pink dress with miles of tulle, and those fake eyelashes with rhinestones glued onto them. I'm laying in a bathtub, holding a bottle of champagne and I'm sobbing. It's my birthday. … Continue reading It’s My Party (I’ll Cry If I Want To)
A couple of years ago, I had what might go down in history as the worst summer of my life. It was my first year out of college. I’d quit the job I’d gotten before I graduated, the one that was supposed to shepherd me into adulthood like I knew what I was doing even … Continue reading Self Help
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.