Category: Generation Meh
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Last week, someone referred to me as a writer. I like the sound of that. So much more flattering than newly-unemployed former policy wonk/project manager (sounds like the name of an Alanis Morissette album, doesn’t it?). Writer has appeal not only because it links me with something I love to do, but also because it’s…
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Lately, I’ve been listening to a lot of Ingrid Michaelson. One of my favorite tracks happens to be Maybe (Go listen. I’ll wait). Something about its poppy cheerfulness just makes me smile like crazy, not to mention the uber whimsical video (and I’m not just saying that because I would wear the heck out of…
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‘Tis the season for a lot of things, not the least of which is stress. And stress begets articles by “experts” on how to cope with said stress. While most of this advice is well-intentioned, the practicality and applicability of it to the life of the average Gen Meh-er is dubious at best. Put another…
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The stomach is for fear and panic, excitement, too. The heart isn’t immediate enough. It takes things a while to filter through to it. And it’s too imprecise, too messy, too amorphous a spot to locate such sharp feelings. No, it’s the lungs, I’ve decided. That quick stab when you’re standing in line at Starbucks…
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Apologies to Woody Guthrie for bastardizing his iconic song title. I came across the link to this definition in the course of unrelated internet reading the other day and while I certainly don’t want to make light of or belittle a medical condition, I couldn’t help but think of how many people are suffering from…
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I spent a good fifteen minutes clicking around TV Tropes yesterday in an effort to find a list of shows that have employed the device of having the rest of the cast freeze while one character addresses the audience. I could swear there are shows other than Saved By the Bell that have used this…
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When I recognize that I’ve been having variations on the same conversation with multiple people, it’s usually a good indicator that the subject matter might be something worth writing about. This week, it’s been the emotional aspect of growing up. I discussed the material nature last week and the disconnect a lot of Gen Yers…
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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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