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Girl Talk: Madonna Is Down With The Swirl

Madonna’s book was large and black, with SEX embossed on the front. The coffee-table book of all coffee-table books was an enigma to me, sort of like Madonna herself. One…

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Girl Talk: I’m A Gamer

Last Sunday morning, I zip-lined through a South American jungle, shot and killed several enemies, grabbed a fully loaded rocket launcher, and blew up a jeep filled with incoming hostiles.

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Sex Fail: He Cried In Bed

When I met Eric* at a friend’s birthday party, my first thought was that he was a man’s man. He was a six-foot-tall, broad shouldered carpenter from the Bronx with…

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Girl Talk: How A Student Schooled Me On Racism

A few years ago my friend Dana and I were volunteers for Minds Matter, a non-profit organization that helps underprivileged kids get into college. Dana, a white Florida hippie who…

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Girl Talk: Get A Dog, Get Laid

Darkness overwhelmed me as I’ve long suspected that I haven’t been using Max to his full potential after seeing the loads of adoration he gets while on our daily walks…

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Girl Talk: Love Me, Love My Hair

I was in fourth grade when my grandmother first took me to a hair salon. She drove me to her hairdresser, Betsy, a 50-year-old woman who dyed her hair pitch…

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Girl Talk: I Love — And Prefer — Going Out By Myself

As a divorced woman in my 30s, meeting a man wasn’t always a top priority, but when I gradually started dating again, I called in my two wingwomen who were…

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Girl Talk: Being A Bridesmaid Drained My Bank Account

Megin and I first met as mid-level slaves to the fashion industry eight years ago. I recognized a kindred spirit the minute I caught her screaming harsh obscenities at her…

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