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The Only Babyless Woman in the WORLD???

I blame Facebook— Facebook and human nature, but mainly Facebook. It’s hard enough not to stalk your ex-boyfriend (which is why I un-friended mine minutes after we broke up).  But resisting the urge to stalk other people?  It’s impossible. Stalking isn’t the right word though. I’m talking about comparing. I’m talking about going through your news feed each morning and thinking to yourself “Am I the only person left in the world who isn’t married?  The only person left in the world who doesn’t have a baby?” I do this a lot.  And I don’t even realize I’m doing it. The weird part is that I don’t even want a baby.  I don’t even like babies.  Toddles yes, but babies no.  And yet I’ll sit there scrolling through photo albums of people I was never even real friends with in the first place wondering what is wrong with me, wondering why my “life” hasn’t “started” yet. Because that’s healthy. I finally realized something though. Several somethings, actually. Firstly, my life has started. Secondly, none of …

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A Girl’s Guide to, you know…

Step 1: Remove photos from desk Step 2: Remove photo from desktop Step 3: Unfriend Step 4: Unfriend Mutual Friends, Set 1 (his) Step 5: Notify Mutual Friends, Set 2 (mine) Step 6: Reprogram cell phone “favorites” Step 7: Unschedule already scheduled blog posts Step 8: Email girlfriends to call emergency Happy Hour That’s about as far as I’ve gotten…

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My Abuela, the Cougar

Today’s post is going to be a short one because I’m on senior-sitting detail all day.  My parents are headed to Toms River to bring my grandfather back to Philadelphia, which means that Abuela and I are going to have the house all to ourselves. We’re still considering our options at this point but I think we’re going to have a party.  Why?  Well, to put it frankly, my grandmother is becoming a cougar. I don’t think she even realizes it (that’s the beauty of Alzheimer’s) but you should see her when we’re out in public. Take Wednesday, for example.  I had to go to the bank to deposit some checks and I brought her along with me because she’s training to be a long-distance walker for the next Olympics.  (At least that’s the only possibly explanation I can come up with.) Our particularly Wells Fargo branch has several rather nice-looking male employees and she of course had to turn a well-meaning “Good morning” from one of them into a full-blown conversation while I was …

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Friday Facebook Round Up: The Best of Fruity Animals

It is officially fall.  I know this because when I slipped into bed with The Wedding Date on Wednesday night, his first reaction was “Hey baby…” followed by an immediate and rather horrified “OH MY GOD YOUR FEET ARE COLD!” Granted, it was midnight and he was already half asleep.  I’d spent the night at the theater—first the MAAS building in Kensington for a review of Leah Stein’s Hoist and then at the Suzanne Roberts on Broad Street for Untitled Feminist Show—and I had driven the hour and half from Philadelphia to where-TWD-lives in a sundress and strappy sandals because I’m always reluctant to admit that the summer has come to an end (even if I end up with icicle feet as a result). So happy fall, folks. And happy Friday. And now, here’s a little something to celebrate, courtesy of Facebook.   Related articles Sometimes You’ve Got to Fix Your Mascara without a Mirror (fieldworkinstilettos.com) Compromise? Well, it Sucks… (fieldworkinstilettos.com) Anthropology on Deck 10 (fieldworkinstilettos.com)

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Friday Facebook Roundup: Animals to Make You Laugh

For this week’s entertainment, we return to the subject of animals.  The first one is a bit lame but they get funnier as you go.  In fact, I would greatly appreciate if one of you could procure a live version of final image and mail it to me for my birthday.  Enjoy! PS: Thank you to everyone who weighed in with suggestions for my karaoke duet with The Wedding Date.  We’re taking everything into consideration…

Five Years, One Night, Four Pairs of Heels

Presumably my father was being facetious when he suggested that I try on “every outfit” in my closet before heading down to Baltimore for my very first college reunion later this afternoon but just in case, I’m bringing four pairs of shoes and three possible ensembles for tomorrow night’s dinner. What my dad doesn’t understand is that reunions are all about looking fabulous.  And since I will never have a high school reunion (having been homeschooled…) this is my one chance to hold my head high and tell my former archenemies to go screw themselves. It’s not that I didn’t like college— I loved it—but I had a real love/hate relationship with the dance department.  My turn out was never good enough, my attempts at choreography were never “investigative” enough and it was with great relief that I realized I could skip up to three ballet classes a semester without jeopardizing my grades. Frankly, I wasn’t exactly the poster child of the dance department. (Until the chair realized I had a good relationship with the …