Tag: humor
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Grow my hair into a long, flowing mane Rejected because: People would just mistake it for a wig, anyway. Again. Don’t yell at my parents’ dog when I visit Rejected because: Yelling is the only way to be heard over the barking. Photo by Stepheye Get fragrance named after me. Refer to it as my…
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List Served is a semi-regular feature wherein I present you with an ordered grouping of (at least tangentially) related points. I love lists and the internet loves ephemeral minutiae. It’s all good. These are the things that I do when I’m trying to avoid writing a piece/am stalled at a particular point/have dramatically decided Scarlett…
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List Served is a semi-regular feature wherein I present you with an ordered grouping of (at least tangentially) related points. I love lists and the internet loves ephemeral minutiae. It’s all good. Photo by Alyssa L. Miller A Sampling of Thoughts Crossing My Mind in the Wee Small Hours of The Morning When I Should…
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Where’s the ghost of Dorothy Parker when you need her? It seems silly that I feel compelled to cover this as a PSA, but apparently there are people out there who really do need to be schooled in how to trash talk with élan. And being on the receiving end of their ill-timed, poorly-phrased or…
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Someone recently jogged my memory that I hadn’t updated y’all on Project Dance lately. I’d hate for anyone to think that I don’t practice what I preach and had abandoned the effort. Nope, I’m still toughing it out on a weekly basis to comical results. I ended up going with the lyrical hip hop class…
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List Served is a semi-regular feature wherein I present you with an ordered grouping of (at least tangentially) related points. I love lists and the internet loves ephemeral minutiae. It’s all good. I’m quite sure my approach to personal development and motivation would have much more in common with Tyler Durden than Anthony Robbins, but…
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So I promised an update about Project Dance 2009… And I bet you think this is going to be one of those demure wallflower gets talked into taking a pole dancing class by her gregarious best friend and while hesitant at first, eventually gains confidence and connects with her inner stiletto-lovin’ sex kitten tales, right?…
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“How about Wednesday night?” “Can’t. I have a thing.” “What kind of thing?” “Just a thing.” “Oh, a date thing?” “No…a dance class thing.” Awkward pause. “You’re taking a dance class? Really? Um, what kind of dance class?” “I don’t want to talk about it. You’ll laugh.” “I promise I won’t laugh.” “Okay, hip hop.”…
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Screw setting actual goals and then feeling like crap when you inevitably fall short of societally-endorsed benchmarks of mainstream heteronormative success. We’ve got your five-year plan right here, baby! Let Mad Libs chart your course over the next half decade. Print it out and play with your friends! Tape the results to your fridge door…
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Carrie Hooks, Jenny Chalk and Cami Thompson are three Cleveland-based twentysomethings with a wryly pragmatic (and utterly post-modernly American) approach to dating. The friends founded the Board of Love, a three-member roundtable devoted to using a business-minded focus to help Thompson find Mr. Right. They hold formal meetings, have business cards and recruit edifying guest…
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