I certainly got off luckier than many in the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy. My power was out for four days, but I was able to grab my dog, hop in a cab and flee to my mom’s apartment in Brooklyn, where the electricity was just right, the TV was in the background, and the wifi was delicious. (Beastie Boys reference, sorry.) I was able to work the rest of the week from her apartment and stay up to date on news, particularly how badly Hurricane Sandy had hurt many others in the region. I feel very, very grateful. Especially because staying with my mom for those four days — during which she also worked from home — was actually a really nice experience. I’m nearly 33 and haven’t spent that much time with my mom, in a relatively confined space (her apartment is less than 500 square feet), since I was a teenager going on family vacations. In some ways, you would maybe think it would be a recipe for disaster, or at least some serious tension. Nope! In fact, I enjoyed hanging out with my mom so much that I kind of missed her last night when I was chilling back at my apartment.
Getting through Hurricane Sandy relatively unscathed, especially compared to so many others, made me appreciate how good I have it, but so did spending so much time with my mom. For a big portion of our lives, we see our parents as just that — our parents — instead of full-fledged human beings. As adults, I don’t think we — and I include myself in this — spend as much time as we should getting to know our parents and appreciating them as people. I got such a kick out of my mom this past week and learned a few random things about her that I might not have. Yes, this is a bit self-indulgent, but let it inspire you to get to know your parents a little bit better, even if it’s gathering silly little tidbits about them. Like these! Keep reading »
I have been a registered voter since the week I turned 18 years old. Admittedly, at 18, I was fairly clueless about the people for whom I’d be voting, but I educated myself on each of them the best I could and embraced the privilege like no other. This opportunity, for me, was far more paramount than any other milestone that came with turning 18. But then again, I wasn’t a smoker or an avid purchaser of porn, so maybe I had no choice.
I do not regard myself as one who is overtly obsessed with politics. You will not find me on a street corner handing out pamphlets or walking Union Square decked out in a sandwich board that roots for my preferred candidate. Although I am very staunch in my liberal beliefs and will take these thoughts to Twitter and Facebook – where the majority of my friends, if not all of them, share my political ideas – I’m still rather mum on the subject unless pushed. Push me, and I’ll gladly tell you my thoughts on why I voted for Obama weeks ago (absentee New Hampshire ballot, because they need every liberal vote they can get), and why I think Romney is bad for women, the environment, equality and pretty much everything else. I’d be more than happy to share this with you, but since, for some, politics falls under the same awning as religion and money, I won’t. Besides, there’s no sense in getting into a heated debate just so we can throw around the word “malarkey,” and walk away knowing, in our hearts of hearts, we are completely and positively right in our views.
However, my lack of public display on the matter, doesn’t hinder my devotion. Ignorance is not bliss when it comes to politics; we all must be aware and knowledgeable of those in power who are making the decisions. Keep reading »
The scene: 8:30 p.m pretty much every Tuesday, my living room.
Alright, I’ve got my glass of wine poured, yoga pants on, “Parks & Rec” cued up on Netflix, and a brand new bottle of oxblood nail polish. Oxblood is so in right now. Obviously. I’m pampering myself and saving money in the process! My life is awesome. Maybe when I’m done I’ll take a picture of my perfectly manicured hand holding the bottle of oxblood nail polish and post it on Pinterest. Yes, I will definitely do that. Keep reading »
1. Excitement. You’ve got supplies! You’ve got wine! You’ve got enough kettle corn to last for a year! You’re finally going to watch all five seasons of “Breaking Bad” and people will stop making fun of you for never having seen it. You are pumped and ready to be a shut in for days, weeks if necessary! Bring it on!!
2. Boredom. You’ve seen four episodes of “Breaking Bad” and it occurs to you that you’ve never watched this much TV in one stretch, except for that one time that you had the flu for a week and you watched all six seasons of “Sex and the City” and then called your dad crying, begging for chicken noodle soup. You start to yawn. Like BIG yawns. Endless yawns. You wander from room to room. Bathroom. Water. Wine. Kettle corn. You turn on another episode of “Breaking Bad.” You can’t do it. Keep reading »
I was kind of bowled over to hear that not just one but TWO of my close friends had planned first dates during Hurricane Sandy. WHAT? I say this as a person who HATES staying inside my apartment for too long, but seriously, I don’t care how amazing the guy was, I wouldn’t have stepped outside during the storm for any reason whatsoever. OK, maybe for a new bottle of wine at the liquor store across the street. Maybe.
First dates are anxiety-provoking enough without worrying about whether or not you’ll get struck dead by a wayward tree branch or drowned in a storm-surge flood. Forget about awkward conversation, life-threatening weather conditions really up the ante. I mean, what do you even plan to do during a Hurricane date-wise? Drink at your apartment? If you dare to venture out do you wear a wet suit? But then again, it could be incredibly romantic. Keep reading »
In the early stages of dating, decoding and deciphering signals can be the hardest part. What’s his normal behavior? What’s his I really like you behavior? What’s his I’m about to ghost you behavior? It’s all a bit murky when you’re not familiar with a person’s normal modus operandi. And it creates a perfect storm (no intentional reference to Frankenstorm, which is raging right now) for daters who love to overanalyze everything. I would know nothing about that.
Disclaimer before I go any further here: if the person you’re dating does something that doesn’t sit well with you on a gut level, don’t ignore that. For example, one time I was dating this guy who yelled at me and told I was embarrassing him when I gave him a kiss in front of his friends. A peck on the lips, no tongue, mind you. I was like, “Well, I understand that we all have different levels of comfort with PDA, but BYE.” That was a no-brainer. It wasn’t going to work. Keep reading »
Originally appeared on Role/Reboot. Republished here with permission.
Last week, two young children, Leo and Lulu Krim, were allegedly stabbed to death by their nanny in their home in Manhattan. The children’s mother discovered the bodies as Yoselyn Ortega, the nanny, began to hack at her own throat. Although the nanny survived, she is hospitalized and unable to speak.
The reports to date are that the Krim family was kind to the nanny — there were no bad feelings on either side of the relationship. A friend of the Krim family recommended Ms. Ortega, and she’d been their employee for approximately two years.
Parents are searching for an explanation that makes the incident understandable believing that if they can understand why it occurred, they can take precautions to avoid a similar catastrophe. These deaths happened at the hands of a nanny, but children may be harmed in daycare, in school, at Boy Scouts or … the list is long. Too long. Keep reading »
Hurricane Sandy who? Frankenstorm what? Eighty-five MPH winds and flash floods aren’t going to stop Halloween from coming. We just have to adapt. Here are some water-worthy costumes appropriate for what may prove to be the soggiest Halloween ever. Even if you have to wear them in your storm cellar.
Got a case of the homebound-by-the-hurricane Mondays? Not anymore, you don’t! This adorable baby cheetah and his friends are here to cute up the joint as they come face-to-face with their jack-o-lantern nemesis.
This is how it begins. He asks me to stand before him in my lace underwear, high heels, hose and bra. He sits in a chair and watches closely as I disrobe, making approving noises, even winking to put me at ease.
“Turn around please,” he says and then, “Yes, right there. Stop there.”
Even though we’ve been married for over three years, I’ve never done anything like this sober. I don’t know what to do, or where to put my hands. Without the buzz and fog of alcohol, I am clumsy and giggly and awkward. Keep reading »