Category Archives: Letters to My Younger Self

The Liberty of Not Caring

A couple of weeks ago, a friend told me the name of someone who doesn’t like me. My friend wasn’t trying to hurt me and it came up completely organically, and really, once the subject was mentioned, I’m the one … Continue reading

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Office Stuff?

Because I was born in post-feminist America,* I was never taught that girls were not allowed to have any careers other than the below: Teacher Nurse Stewardess Secretary Housewife Ha, I’m just kidding. Housewife isn’t a career. It’s work, but … Continue reading

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Everything Is Bullshit! Nothing Is Real!

Last month, a 14-year-old girl delivered a 7,000-signature strong petition asking Seventeen Magazine to publish one non-Photoshopped spread a month. If you were once 14 and have not yet completely destroyed your brain cells with alcohol and other substances, you … Continue reading

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It’s Okay If You Don’t Like Dick

If you’ve been reading this for any considerable length of time, you’ll know that while I typically don’t make or post New Year’s resolutions, one year – and I can’t even remember what year it was, though possibly it was … Continue reading

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I Lost My Boyfriend to Heavy Metal

Graham and I don’t get to hang out together very often, what with his work schedule and my need to be asleep sometime before 2am. Because of this, we try to make the most of the time we do have … Continue reading

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Deadlines

Some people organize time with calendars, or their phones, or, if they’re over the age of 70 and don’t know how to use any form of computerized machinery, a datebook. I always try to do this but I fail. It’s … Continue reading

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A Hole in the Avalon

I don’t know what the dollar show was like for you guys growing up, but for me, there were two theater choices in South St. Louis. One was the Kingsland, a massive brown-black building with crumbling balconies, moldy curtains, and … Continue reading

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