#MeToo and Matrescence at the Gas Pump
A few weeks ago, while I was pumping gas and thinking through about a million and one different things on my way into work, the man…
Weekend Report, Newlywed Edition: On Closing the Bathroom Door
You know you’ve just about lost your mind when your plans for the day include the spray painting and subsequent bedazzling of a small ceramic dog…
A Marshmallow for Robert
I’ve always had a fear of college cafeterias. That whole walking around with a tray thing, trying to figure out where to sit, hoping you won’t…
Hammer Time
Today’s the day. By which I mean the love of my life and I are going to get dressed, head downtown, and circle the block to…
And Then There Was Cake
Wednesday started off as another bad day. I was depressed about the results of the Pennsylvania primary, PIC was being grumpy, and even though I’d spent…
Pinterest Made Me Do It
The good thing about having a herniated disc, a “possibly degenerated” disc, and a rather soul-crushing case of sciatica is that you can’t sleep more than…
And Then Tech Support Popped the Question
Well. There is, like, a lot going on right now. I don’t even know where to start. So I shall begin with this: I am currently…
Money, Money, Money
For those of you who might think that PIC and I are rushing into things (we we just celebrated out one year anniversary this past weekend),…
On the Virtues of Jordan Almonds
PIC was born with collapsed ear drums. I’m not really sure what this means except that he doesn’t really like talking on the phone with anyone…
Rosaries and Ovaries: Standing for Planned Parenthood in Philadelphia
Well, that did not go according plan. I was sitting in Planned Parenthood, waiting for my annual exam and even though I had a great new…
Crisis and The Bridal Cohort (it’s anthropological, I swear)
Anthropologically speaking, this makes total sense: weddings are a rite of passage and rites are meant to be enjoyed/endured (take your pick) with groups of people…
Further Adventures in Free Champagne (But only if you’re “discerning”)
It’s here. It’s finally, finally here: my very first exclusive invitation to a big-city bridal salon for (wait for it) “discerning brides.” Tickets usually cost $75…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 