I ask very little of the New York subway system. I want trains to come when they’re supposed to, I want them to not break down while I’m riding them, and I want to feel safe traveling from Point A to Point B. Sometimes we’re shoved up against some sweaty man’s wet armpit because we have no choice but to pack into the 6 train like sardines in a can, and other times we must endure the drunken mumblings and rants of fellow riders— this is all to be expected. Some disgusting humans even pick their noses and clip their nails on the train, which is almost forgivable knowing that those individuals will never be loved. But if there’s one thing I DESPISE, it’s stinking up the train with your food. Please, for the love of God, stop. Keep reading »
An upcoming bracelet and app called the Pavlok will help you change your habits by giving you an electric shock when you fail at them. You get to choose the habit you’d like to work on, like spending too much time on the internet, going to the gym, losing hard-earned cash, or getting up at a certain time in the morning. Then you get to set a consequence to hold yourself accountable, which can range from Pavlok posting embarrassing stuff on your on Facebook wall, vibrations from your bracelet, losing hard-earned cash, or even a 340V electric shock. As the Pavlok’s promotional video says, there are so many self-improvement devices on the market that don’t really work, so “what if we get a device that changes behavior?”
Spoiler alert: the other products didn’t work because people change their own behavior. Keep reading »
It’s time again for “Shortcuts.” For every question, I’ll give my advice in three sentences or less, because sometimes the answer to a person’s question is so obvious and the need to hear it so great, being as clear and frank as possible is simply the best way to go. Today we discuss living with bad table manners, whether it’s appropriate to apologize to a long-lost love interest, and making the first move. Keep reading »
I have this weird habit. Despite being very uncomfortable talking about money in almost every other scenario, whenever someone compliments me on something I’m wearing, I immediately blurt out how much I paid for it, but only in cases when I’ve gotten a great deal. For example, while walking my dog this morning, I ran into my neighbor, who complimented my yellow dress.
“Thank you! It’s actually Club Monaco, but I got it at Buffalo Exchange [a resale mini-chain] for $20!” I blurted out. Oops. Homegirl didn’t ask me where I got it, let alone for how much, so why did I tell her? The thing is, I do this all the time.
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Guys, we love you. You make our hearts swoon, you’re the fathers of our children, you are advisers, companions and friends, but there are certain gender-specific things you do that drive women nuts. For example, leaving the toilet seat up? We know this is a clichéd male complaint, but seriously. It’s rude. Your momma raised you wrong if you find it hard to flush and lower before leaving the bathroom. Keep reading »