My love life is currently in flux, best described as “genuinely complicated” with a heavy dose of “timing sucks,” and I admit I’m prone to occasional moments of unfair irritation in my encounters with folks who are seemingly simply and easily in love. I expected such a flare-up when I started reading a love letter (well, love email) from “Girls” writer/star Lena Dunham to her boyfriend Jack Antonoff (who’s in the band fun.), which was included as part of artist Miranda July’s “We Think Alone” project (20 emails sent over 20 weeks by a variety of famous and semi-famous people). But honestly, Lena’s letter to Jack is so sweet and speaks to our very human desire to soak up everything we can about the ones we love, that I could nothing but relate, in the very best way, complicated relationship situation or not. Read it after the jump! Keep reading »
Dear Cipha Sounds, Rosenberg, K. Foxx and Old Man Ebro,
Every morning, my alarm goes off at 7 a.m., rousing me from sleep. I hit the snooze button, and then 10 minutes later, hit it again. When the third alarm finally goes off at 7:20, I pry one eye open, then the other, and haul myself out of bed, heading straight for the radio. See, my day doesn’t properly start, doesn’t get off on the right foot, unless the second sound I hear (after the alarm) is my favorite morning radio show, The Cipha Sounds & Rosenberg Show on Hot 97. Cipha Sounds, Rosenberg, and K. Foxx, along with my boo, program director Old Man Ebro, you all are quite literally the reason my ass gets out of bed on time in the morning, and you ensure that my day at least starts off on the right note.
Seriously, I fucking love you guys. Let me tell you why. Keep reading »
You are the hottest yoga teacher I’ve ever had. And that’s saying a lot because I’ve been practicing for 16 years now. Your body, your face, your demeanor … all extremely HOT. But here’s the weird thing: I am not physically attracted to you in the least. Not at all. I find the things you do and say during class absolutely ridiculous. But yet, I adore you. It’s weird and complicated. I think I have a platonic crush on you. Let me explain. I’m kind of in awe of you. Like a unicorn, it’s hard to believe that you really exist. Keep reading »
An eighth grade teacher found this love note on the floor of her classroom. Awww. See, it is possible to be madly in love but still understand that fried chicken will always be more important than your partner. These kids really get it. Someone send them a bucket of KFC for Valentine’s Day. [Buzzfeed]
Who writes love letters these days? Me, that crazy kid Almie Rose, that’s who. In this helpful video, I show you the ins and outs of writing a proper love letter. Hint: Don’t mention your dying cat.
In 1966, Marlon Brando penned this letter of admiration to a stewardess who helped nurse a sick patient back to health during a flight. Yes, friends, one of the most beautiful men to walk the Earth also wrote love notes. He was a romantic! Some of you may find it unsophisticated (his salutation is “Dear Lady” and some of his grammar is sketchy), but if I got this letter from Marlon Brando, I would probably dissolve into a puddle of goo upon reading. Especially the part where he points out her “gothic aspects.” Swoonworthy. Check out the full transcript, after the jump. [Letters of Note] Keep reading »
For Valentine’s Day, instead of waiting for love letters that’ll never come — who sends those anymore, anyway? — we decided to practice a little self-love in the name of St. Valentine by writing them to ourselves. We invite you to do the same in the comments. Amelia and Jessica have already shared theirs. Today is Kate’s turn… Keep reading »
For Valentine’s Day, instead of waiting for love letters that’ll never come — who sends those anymore, anyway? — we decided to practice a little self-love in the name of St. Valentine by writing them to ourselves. We invite you to do the same in the comments. Yesterday Amelia shared hers and today is Jessica’s turn… Keep reading »
For Valentine’s Day, instead of waiting for love letters that’ll never come — because who sends those anymore, anyway? — we decided to practice a little self-love in the name of St. Valentine by writing them to ourselves. We invite you to do the same in the comments. First up, Amelia gives herself some love… Keep reading »