A few weeks ago, I was sitting at my boyfriend’s living room table, alone, in the middle of a weekday afternoon, my laptop open, trying to fend off both a cold and a bad mood. I was frustrated that I couldn’t pick amongst the multiple documents I had open that required my urgent attention, and angry at myself for feeling tired and frustrated, a vicious cycle of inertia and self-hatred. Rationally, I know that I’m lucky to be able to be my own boss and make my own schedule, so when I fall down on the job, I get upset. I was also antsy because I was in suburbia; I live in New York City, and right outside my door, within a one-block walk, are a bagel shop, a diner, three 24-hour delis, a nail salon, a dry cleaner and more. Where he lives, I can walk for coffee in just five minutes, but I’m pretty much the only one walking. I felt trapped, and stressed, and cranky, and turned to something I thought would soothe those feelings: food. Keep reading »
“We have a ride to the club tonight,” my friend announced. We left our dormitory and headed into the vehicle of a man my friend met a party.
In the vehicle, a young man that I recognized from a nightclub we frequented was in the driver’s seat. I asked his name because, other than dancing with him a few times, I knew nothing about this guy. As a matter of fact, I had no clue how he knew my friend, since the last few visits he was on my dance card.
“I recognize you,” I had actually said to him before asking his name.
His surprise and hesitation about revealing his name was all it took to make me suspicious. That’s because in addition to being a hypochondriac, I’m a killer-chondriac. As a killer-chondriac, I think everyone is the killer until proven otherwise. But what I realized that night was we don’t think of other ways strangers can do harm. So I dulled the alarm bells.
Recently, I ended up naked in front of a full-length mirror. It was an accident. Seriously, it was. I don’t walk around naked that much. Anyway, there I was, naked, in front of this mirror. And for some reason, I took a long moment, just to look. And it was weird. Because it occurred to me that I never do that. Which I guess is actually pretty normal. But the weird part was that I didn’t really know my own naked body. It was vaguely familiar, of course. I mean, I do take showers and stuff. But I almost never pay attention to it, except to give it some unhelpful critique or be surprised by how chubby it’s gotten in certain places. Actually, ever since I gained some weight, I’ve wanted to be naked even less. Especially when there’s no immediate sex involved. Standing in front of the mirror, I had a small epiphany. I should get to know my naked body. I should get good at being naked. Actually, everyone should. If I was a dictator, I’d mandate daily naked time. And free healthcare for all! And cake! But mostly naked time. Why? Here are some reasons… Keep reading »
Do you smell it in the air? Do you feel it in your bones? It’s spring cleaning time! The internet (and when I say “the internet,” I mean “Pinterest”) is overflowing with DIY cleaning recipes and ideas that make scrubbing your bathtub seem almost fun. But the real bonus? Whipping up your own cleaning solutions is often cheaper and better for the environment than buying traditional cleaning agents. Here are 10 DIY solutions for cleaning everything from floors to windows to furniture …
We thought it would be fun to do a little astrology matchmaking this week, but instead of human soul mates, we’re talking about animals. Of course we all have our personal pet preferences, but there are certain animals you might feel a natural kinship with based on the energy, habits, and needs of your sun sign. We’ve got everything from typical cats and dogs to exotic birds and even farm animals! Click through to find your ideal animal companion … Keep reading »
There are different cycles in the life of a dater. Sometimes, your interest in the sport waxes, other times, it wanes. I’ll admit, often I prefer flirting to dating, especially when my enthusiasm for awkward cocktail hours is on the decline. Unless I’ve stumbled upon someone really, really amazing, which happens but a few times in one’s life, dating can be a time-consuming hassle fraught with anxiety, emotional ups and downs, and some long ass dinners with Mr. Meh. That sounded way more negative than I meant it to be. What I’m saying is this: If you’re not in the mood to date at the moment, save yourself the trouble and find yourself some fun guys to flirt with. Some reasons why it can be better, after the jump. Keep reading »