About 20 weeks ago, I decided to train to do the Seattle Marathon. Sunday was the Seattle Marathon. When I woke up at 5am I told my partner Julianne “It’s going to be a long day.” I was not wrong. I’ve been training for the last 20 weeks, 370 training miles in all, for an 8.5 hour marathon. That is not how it worked out. Keep reading »
It gives me great pleasure to inform you that I HAVE A DATE THIS WEEKEND.
I was so busy complaining about being stuck in the single slog, that I failed to mention I’ve been casually chatting with a nice gentleman on OKCupid. I try not to get my hopes up these days, and wasn’t even sure our conversation was going to go anywhere, but one thing led to another and bam — we’re meeting on Saturday at 7 p.m.
Despite my I Give Up On This Shit attitude about online dating, I saw a message come through my inbox a few weeks back that wasn’t the usual “Damn baby, you lookin’ good,” or “Sup girl?” So I took a peek.
“The first thing I noticed was your smile,” he wrote. “A beautiful one like yours stands out from the crowd. Now what kinds of horror stories have you heard by opening yourself up to that question?”
He was responding to the part of my profile where I opted to ask guys what they first noticed about me, rather than answering the question myself. Not only was his compliment well received, but his counter question suggested he actually read my profile. He made it past the pictures and the desire to message me something stupid just because I have boobs. He was interested in me. Refreshing. Keep reading »
We can surely appreciate the appeal of a greased-up, muscular dude with chiseled abs, and we’ve dated our fair share of super skinny hipster guys who liked to steal our skinny jeans, but when it comes down to it, we think chubby guys are where it’s at. From their cozy body heat to the great sex (spoiler alert: extra pounds = extra bounce = extra hot), we can’t get enough. Here’s why, in GIFs, of course! Keep reading »
My mom gave me treasure: a small pile of small paperback books produced by someone named Jose Bonomo who may or may not be a real person, from the 1950s-1960’s on various womanly things, like how to have flawless hair, makeup, figures, diets, and even parties. I feel like I am a 1960’s housewife in the modern world, despite not being married. I want to write the feminists’ guide to being a single 1960’s housewife, which I realize makes no sense and is contradictory, but I’m just so curious about how women lived in the ‘50s and ‘60s (thanks, “Mad Men”). I want to know how they did their hair, makeup, and maintained their figures.
So when I saw this one diet book in particular, I thought I misread the title. But no, I hadn’t, it’s actually a book titled The Scientific & Easy Way to Gain Wight. The cover shows an illustration of a thin woman measuring her thighs. “SHOWS YOU HOW TO ADD POUNDS AND INCHES” the book assures, while proclaiming, “SENSIBLE! SURE!” Keep reading »