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Continued Misadventures in Garter Belt-Wearing

My pre-departure shopping list includes, amongst other things, pepper spray and thigh high stockings. (Go ahead. Before we get to the funny part of this story, you can insert your witty but ultimately misogynistic comment—something along the lines of “Tsssk, tsssk. You wouldn’t need the former if you wouldn’t wear the latter”— but then remember…

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It’s Time to Leap

So I’m in the shower, thinking (it’s where I do my best thinking), when I realize I haven’t heard anything from the editor for the last magazine piece I did. It’s my first time writing for her, I’m contractually obligated to respond to the magazine’s request for revisions by Day X and today is Day…

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Throwback Thursday: An Almost Good Day at The Shop

The following little relic comes from 2010, aka The Dark Ages when I still working at The Shop. I figured it was a good choice for today’s Throwback Thursday post because I was so damn miserable (and I am currently so damn HAPPY that I’m afraid I might put you all off with my constant…

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The Importance of Being Curtained

I’m pretty sure my new neighbors think I’m a lesbian. They haven’t said anything to me directly but there have been whispers, apparently, that my dad overheard when he was on my front porch and in a neighborhood like this, news travels very quickly from one stoop to the next. It probably doesn’t help that…

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Are You a Vacuum or a Washing Machine?

I don’t know much about washing machines. Or slop sinks for that matter. Or why there is a hose that looks like it belongs to a vacuum cleaner running from my new washing machine to my new slop sink (both of which, I should point out, are actually rather antiquated and are only “new” in…

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It’s Passport Time

Several years ago, back when I was taking my work as a writer a bit more seriously, I went to a conference for travel bloggers in Denver. It was my first time ever attending anything of the sort. I didn’t know back then that if the PR folks from an expensive hotel invite you to…