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Adventures in Dumpster Diving

You’ll never believe what I found! But first: it’s been three weeks. Three weeks since I was supposed to close on my dream house in Kensington-though-I’ve-been-telling-everyone-Fishtown and STILL NO HOUSE. I’m upholstering sh*t, painting sh*t, sanding sh*t and growing sh*t, all in the hopes of someday having a place of my own to call home.…

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Throwback Thursday: Do I Look Like a Baby Killer?

In light of last Monday’s Supreme Court ruling regarding the Hobby Lobby case (which was deplorable, to say the least), I figured I’d pull up one something semi-intelligent for this week’s Throwback Thursday.  Here goes.   This morning I went to Planned Parenthood.  I go every three months to pick up my birth control pills…

Clearly these people are VERY religious.

Running: Some Vingnettes

Let’s talk about marathon runners, shall we? I don’t have anything against them personally, in fact when they’re not busy posting Facebook pictures of their race bibs, I like them. But entire albums of those wrinkly, sweat-stained squares of paper? They’re almost as bad ultrasound photos. I mean that’s great that you’re into fitness, and…

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The House, or lack thereof

My plan on Wednesday was to march down to my realtor’s office on Walnut Street, sign away my life’s savings and get the key to my new house. I had an outfit planned and everything. But that would have required my bank to have done their job properly. Ditto the seller. Ditto the listing agent.…

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A Revelation in Sequins

Last week, I went out with my friend Katie for drinks at the Moshulu (a swanky tall-ship-cum-restaurant a few blocks away, at which I can afford drinks but not actual food). Because Katie is fabulous, she also happens to be the Assistant Director of my dance company, The Lady Hoofers, and because I needed to…

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My House Obsessing System

If all goes according to plan, I will become an official home owner in exactly three weeks. This means, amongst other things, that I have no entered the not-sleeping phase. What is the bank appraisal doesn’t pan out? What if the seller doesn’t actually fix the things he’s promised to fix? What if the kitchen…

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What Happens in Atlantic City…

Being a good Sou’ Philadelphian, I spent the weekend “down the shore” at my parents’ beach rental with my college roommate. At least that was the original plan. After a rather disastrous evening in Atlantic City, we high tailed back to Philadelphia on Saturday night, where I intend to stay for the rest of my…

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The Capitalist Kool-Aid

When I’m not busy daydreaming about kitchen cabinets or whether or not it would be possible to paint an accent wall to resemble Islamic tile, the anthropologist in me sits back, sighs a bit and wonders whether or not I’ve drank the capitalist Kool-Aid. Is a room to call my own really worth 30 years…