Last week, I wrote an “Open Letter to Mayor Bloomberg,” informing him he had no right to tell me how much Coca-Cola I am allowed to consume. After many comments about me sounding like “a high school drama queen” and telling me to “calm down,” I felt very discouraged, and even doubtful about my writing…
Ugh, it’s so unfair.
What did I do to deserve this?
No one ever asks me out.
Dating — or whatever you want to call the experience of interacting with the gender to which you are attracted — can be a very frustrating experience. Generally, we meet a lot…
I bounded down the stairs to show my mom my new frilly red dress.
“Oh Kimmi! You look so pretty! That is such a pretty red dress!”
I stopped mid-twirl, put my hands on my four-year-old hips, and looked at her accusingly. “You don’t like my blue dress?” I asked.