Dear Diary
1. When a stranger is nice to me I often assume it's because they think I'm pregnant. 2. And while it hasn't happened in recent memory, when someone offers me a seat on the subway […]
Author: Krista
Martin (Not Lawrence)
Do you ever say that something is your favorite, maybe not the most favorite, a favorite lumped in with an unordered list of favorite things, but in reality it might not be something you'd think […]
Kitchen Confidential
I just won this 1970s chandelier on eBay, one step deeper into my new dangerous world of distraction: home decor for the home I don’t technically own yet. Where I used to procrastinate by browsing […]
Elderly Selfies
A photo means less than it used it. I’m pretty sure my birthday was one of the few days of the year that I used to post a picture of myself, but now self-portraits are […]
Hello To All This
I didn't even remember that I had a category called Queens for a Day. I love when past me lines up with modern me. I will probalby be making more use of the category in […]
Noticed: Receiving
I meant to mention that The Bridge isn't just a rich source of vomit scenes. There's also a lot of cunnilingus–if two incidents counts as a lot–which appears to be having a pop culture moment. […]
Last Century Middle Aged Celebrity Dating Tips
Photo: Quotes and Movies I am slightly embarrassed to admit that I'd never seen A Streetcar Named Desire, nor read the play it seems, despite definitely exploring Tennessee Williams (and William Inge, more below) in […]
The Only German Victory That Matters To Me Today
Even though I've never been able to fully make use of Tumblr despite its strength for single-topic blogging, I would totally move my All Choked Up posts there if I didn't have to do it […]
The (Early) Middle Ages: 42
"Esquire Writers: We're Willing to Fuck Early Middle-Aged Ladies" Thank you, Gawker. Ok, my work is done here. No, really. I think in 15 days I will finally be on board with the middle-aged thing […]
Goodbye(ish) To All That
It originally concerned me that out of 70 units in my building, I appeared to live next door to the only walking, talking child (newborns began arriving a few months later) in the entire complex. […]