Inspired by the brilliant Meh List published every week in The Sunday Magazine of The New York Times, I thought I’d start crafting my own, in a similar spirit to my Dear Diary posts.
A sordid tale of attempting to be productive on a Saturday in New York City, involving a heavy dose of the gift that keeps on giving: PDA.
Trying to assign one lifestyle or worldview to an entire generation of people is bound to be faulty, but EliteDaily really wins the award for hitting the ball farthest out of the park. Actually, I’m not even sure they’re starting in the park—they’re somewhere far outside it, seemingly locked in the basements of their college frat house (a land where tales of Taylor Swift’s de-virginizer moonlight as worthwhile news).
“If Jennifer Aniston can interview Gloria Steinem, then so can you. The sky’s the limit, babe.” And more gems, after the jump…
The crux of it, in my opinion, is your knowing and proclaiming what you genuinely value and enjoy, rather than fashioning those traits around other people’s expectations.
There’s a problematic myth in society that simply because you’re a “nice” guy, you deserve rewards (usually in the form of sexual favors). When those rewards aren’t provided, we as women often get girlfriendzoned.
“Next time you do something that bothers your parents (or anyone for that matter), just tell them your chakras are off.” And more wise words from me to myself, after the jump…
“Never, ever smile for a guy who asks “why aren’t you smiling?” Because I don’t want to, and my vagina doesn’t come with a permanent smile, shithead.” And more real-talk-ridiculousness, after the jump.
Talking facial bacteria, and how to make it your bitch, a la moi.