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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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The Braless Wonder

The European and I are going to the beach today. This means that I shall spent the next half hour or so trying to determine whether I’m feeling more confident about the state of my thighs (unlikely, given my futile efforts to rid myself of cellulite) or my stomach (also unlikely because here in Philadelphia…

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Dating Standards: The 30 Minute Countdown

Ladies (and gentleman, I suppose), a girl’s got to have standards. Which is why, when the European texted me to say that the “the 76” was backed up just a few minutes before we were supposed to meet at Franklin Square for our first date, I started counting. First of all, “the 76” is always…

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Not THAT Kind of Water

So remember my plants? The little half-dead seedlings from the Plant Hospital that my mom was helping me to resurrect? Well, it turns out they need water. Kind of regularly. This has always been my problem. It wasn’t until a full FOUR DAYS later that I remembered I even had plants, and that plants need…

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Confessions of a Plant Killer

My mom is, amongst other things, a fabulous gardener and florist. She does wedding flowers, volunteers for the Pennsylvania Horticultural Society, leads workshops, judges garden contests and can grow just about anything, anywhere. I, on the other hand can kill just about anything, anywhere. My mother is very proud of me in most regards but…

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How to Date a World Cup-Watcher

The bad thing about dating European men (aside from the obvious fact that their shoes are always nicer than yours) is that they like the World Cup. This goes for South American men as well. And African men, and Asian men too presumably (although I should confess that I haven’t conducted enough research on this…

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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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The Pretty Hair Professor

As a freshman in college, I managed to talk my way into an upper level art history course taught by a visiting professor from Johns Hopkins University. He was gorgeous. Everyone thought so. I know this because I volunteered to collect the student evaluations at the end of the term and most of them said…