The Rather Anti-Feminist Waiting Game
I like to think of myself as feminist. Some days I even think I’m a good feminist, but when it comes to getting engaged, I find…
You Mean Ceiling Fans AREN’T Toys?
It’s Wednesday night and PIC and I are eating dinner in front of the TV. He leans back and glances up at the ceiling fan (which…
Happy Hour: The (Not so) Perfect Engagement Ring Rouse
Here is how I know that there’s an engagement ring in my future. Last week, upon finding myself very angry at PIC for a number of…
An Update, a Promise, and the Promise of a Promise
Hi, remember me? The girl who used to blog here? Well, I’m back. Again. But this time it’s for good and I’m finally going to start…
Candy Necklaces for Grown Ups, or How to Survive the Atlantic City Beer Fest
On Saturday night, I went to a beer festival with PIC. I hate beer but I love him, and one of his favorite bands was playing…
What Happened Last Week
I’m sorry for last week—for getting you all excited about my return to “regular” posting only to leaving you hanging with a single, solitary, charming-but-rather-daft post…
Writing Wednesday: How to Date a Blogger
If you write a blog about dating, should you tell the man you’re dating? I get this question a lot actually (especially after last Monday’s post),…
If He’ll Eat Off the Floor, He’s On Your Team
I’ve spent the better part of my life wondering if love is real or not. On good days, I think it’s a feeling, an emotion, an…
Introducing P.I.C.
We’re on the train, the new boyfriend and I, heading downtown from his apartment in the suburbs. I’m writing a blog post on my phone and…
Painting in the Dark
I thought I knew it all. I thought I had it all figured out. I’d read every brochure, every guide, every scrap of literature in the…
Sushi in a Box
One of the interesting things about teaching anthropology is that you end up wearing your anthropologist’s hat ALL of the time. As such, as simple purchase…
Folding Boyfriend for Hire?
Here’s a little something I bet you didn’t know about me. I hate folding laundry. Like really hate it. I find that moving it around works…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 