Three Things of Great Importance (including my new deodorant)

Three things: Thing 1) I’m trying a new deodorant. Thing 2) If, while reading this, you find yourself thinking, “That’s nice Kat, but really, I couldn’t care less about your personal hygiene habits,” you’ll soon discover that you’re mistaken. I’ll explain everything on Monday but since it’s Saturday and I’m feeling generous (and I don’t…

My Claim to Fame: Indecent Exposure

Every once in a while, when I’m bored and trying not to obsess over my text messages (or lack of lack of text messages, as it were), I like to take a look the “Site Stats” on my blog.  The stats tell me all sorts of interesting things about my “public,” ranging from how they…

Delicious Dating

Wow.  I’ve got to admit the responses to yesterday’s post completed floored me—what a huge range of experiences in the “I love you” department!  In reading everyone’s stories, I was reminded of two experiences that even I’d forgotten.  The first was in third grade when a boy from the Czech Republic wrote me a love…

Your First “I Love you???”

So I’m reading yet another book on online dating, this time “Confessions of an Online Dating Addict: a True Account of Dating and Relating in the Internet Age” by Jane Coloccia, when I come across the following passage: Overall the relationship was good.  We spent every weekend together and had a fabulous time whether we…

You Can Stand Under My Umbrella

It’s raining.  Not men, mind you, but cats and dogs and I’m standing at the bus stop in Northern Liberties sans umbrella, despite the fact that my students all chipped in to buy me a lovely (and not inexpensive) travel umbrella at the end of the year. I’ve just left a meeting for the Fringe…

Kissing Frogs in Cyberspace

In my continued efforts to determine just how far this serial dating epidemic has spread (and how I might learn from those who’ve gone before me), I decided to tackle Kissing Frogs in Cyberspace by Dianne Sweeney. The basic premise is exactly what one would expect of an online dating memoir: a self-possessed but single…

Dating (is) for the Dogs

I’ve been reading, writing and reviewing my brains out for the past 48 hours (thankfully being a dance critic is way more fun than being a book critic because as a dance critic, people are nice to you and give you free wine.  You get free tickets too, which is of course the entire point,…