After returning from a much-needed vacation, I got back into my daily groove of hitting the snooze button, rushing out the door at 8am in a haphazard, almost Kramer-like fashion and finally settling in on my commute into work. Usually I skim through Instagram and Twitter during my ride, a thoughtless way to ease into the day, but occasionally I check out the New York Times, depending on how prepared I am to be depressed about the world before I’ve even had my first cup of coffee. This week, I opted to be educational, and stumbled across the Times’ latest Modern Love column called “To Fall In Love With Anyone, Do This.”
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I’m clearly a sucker for emotional photo booth moments, because I can’t even watch 10 seconds of this video without tearing up. From their very first date, Jessica Devins and her husband have been fans of photo booths. When the couple ducked into one in a Minneapolis pizzeria, she orchestrated the perfect surprise to share with him that she’s pregnant. When he registers that they’re going to be parents, the two of them crumple into an adorable feels-fest. It seems a little too special for us strangers to be witnessing, but I’m selfishly glad they shared it because it’s lovely to watch. Congrats, you two! [USA Today]
I read Jessica Wakeman’s piece, “True Story: Married…With A Roommate
,” and I totally related to it. Except in my case, I’m the roommate who lives with a couple and it’s not my best friend who’s shacking up with a dude, it’s my younger sister letting her deadbeat boyfriend stay at the apartment we share. While Jessica talked with regret about how the strain of the living situation ended their friendship, I don’t want the same fate with my sister, who I’ll call Polly. She’s been dating Derek for eight months, six of which he’s been at our place. He’s in a band so he should be on tour a good portion of the year, but the band is recording so he’s been crashing with us non-stop. He’s a nice guy, I guess, but unlike Jessica’s husband, he doesn’t pay rent, doesn’t contribute to the bills, and is always here. Every time I ask Polly when Derek’s planning on leaving she says she doesn’t know, but it should be soon. I’m at my limit with this guy! I want him gone, but I’m afraid if I put my foot down and kick him out it will create a rift with my sister which sucks because our relationship is already strained due to this. How do I make Derek and his freeloading ass stop while at the same time repairing my relationship with my sister?
Yes, Polly’s being immature by letting this situation drag on, but don’t use it as an excuse to lose your cool. It sucks that he’s crashing at your place without contributing, but it’s not like he’s putting you in any danger or causing you harm. He’s just an unpleasant inconvenience. Most likely he’s puttering around the joint in socks with holes in the toes, checking Instagram on his old-ass iPhone with a cracked screen and trying to stream “The Wire” on a shitty laptop using his parents’ HBOGo account. Sure every stray hair of his in the bathroom shower makes you want to strangle him with his unwashed skinny jeans, but try to resist for now. Keep reading »
After an entire lifetime of never making New Year’s resolutions, I spontaneously decided to do just that in 2015. I made a handful of random, personal resolutions, but seeing as our upcoming nuptials are a somewhat big deal, I figured I need an entirely separate list for wedding-related resolutions. Without further ado, I (will attempt to) resolve to… Keep reading »
Going into wedding planning, I already know what a lot of my proclivities are as a bride — partially because I’m a neurotic planner, and partially because, well, I’ve done this before. You live, you learn.
One of my proclivities: I hate The Knot. I hate it with a passion. They try to swindle you into buying into the wedding industrial complex. They want you to choose “colors” and “a theme” and hire the vendors who pay to be advertised on The Knot with money that they make by upcharging the shit out of their services. They propagate giant “fairy tale” weddings with all the bells and whistles. Why? All of their advertisers sell those bells and whistles, duh Keep reading »
New York City real estate causes many a housing arrangement made in desperation. If you live in NYC (or, for that matter, any city with insanely high rents), you likely know a few 30-somethings who still live with roommates or someone whose “convertible bedroom” is actually the living room with a room divider. The city is pockmarked with couples who moved in together more quickly than they would or should have, all citing the same very good reason: “It doesn’t make sense to pay two rents when he’s here all the time anyway.”
I had a shitty housing arrangement horror story in my mid-20s and hoped that would be my last. But then I wed a recent immigrant who needed a permit to work, a green card, and a job. Thus I found myself newly married and living with a roommate. Keep reading »