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The Premeditated Rebound

Two Sundays ago, my dance company, The Lady Hoofers, performed at an artist’s showcase here in town. This is important for two reasons: 1) I finally had to shave my legs. 2) It gave us some time backstage to go over the rehearsal schedule for the next few weeks. “I may or may not be…

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The Semi-Gold Standard

It’s been two months.  I say this not because I’m counting but because one of the self-help articles I read recommended doing so. (Okay, that’s a lie.  I am counting.  But I’m okay with that because it means that time marches on, even if I don’t always feel like I’m marching along with it.) More…

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No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed!

Sometimes writing a blog can be a bad thing.  You wake up at 6:00am and think to yourself, “Crap.  It’s Wednesday.  I need to say something today.  And that something has to be at least marginally entertaining/coherent/free-of-typos.” I often find myself wishing I’d never started Fieldwork in Stilettos— it’s gotten me into trouble at work,…

The Art of Sleeping Together

Let’s talk about sleeping together, shall we?  I’m not even referring to having sex, but rather sleeping together in the true sense of the phrase: the act of sharing one’s bed with someone else. In theory, it’s romantic.  You go to sleep together, you snuggle, you wake up together and provided you’re not dating a…

The “No Boys Allowed” Jail Break

Back in the day, when I was even more confused about what I wanted to be when I grew up that I am today, I took the Myers Briggs personality indicator test.  The results indicated that I ought to become an air traffic controller.  Or a bonsai tree specialist.  But mainly an air traffic controller.…

Naked Cartoons?

Just because you’ve got an evening off and a new boyfriend at your disposal doesn’t mean that you should neglect your girlfriends.  Which is why, when an old friend emailed me to ask if I’d go see Chico and Rita with her, I said “yes” without giving it a second thought. I didn’t bother to…

My Blog Boyfriend Talks Sex

Rather than bore you all with the details of this year’s Congress on Research in Dance Conference (or the fact that the paper I’m meant to deliver tomorrow morning remains little more than a pile of notes and slides) I’ve decided to ask Zak, my “blog boyfriend” to fill in for me today.  You may…

With Good Looks comes GREAT Responsibility

I initially wrote this post several months ago, but it seemed… well, a bit bitchy.  Not to mention politically incorrect.  So I never published it.  But Katie’s response to Monday’s post about the power of persuasion got me thinking… Granted, I don’t want to think right now.  Date #7 will be on his way to…