I am, as I say in my bio, personally & professionally, a handful. Also? Rambunctious, indefatigable, sometimes simply obnoxious. But I mean well.
I pretty much like any conversation encompassing sociology, biology, psychology, philosophy, architecture, media, technology, feminism, personal growth and the absurd machinations between men & women otherwise known as "dating." Yeah. I said it. I'm into that shit.
Watch our new yay internet show TMI Weekly here!
Follow my totally awesome Twitter here
Email me here
Check out some of my old dating columns here
Read my old blog here
Yes, I'm really nice. No, I'm not faking it.
"The reason half the world feels lonely is because the other half is pretending to be perfect."
TRAVEL SCHEDULE 2008
Nov 22 - Nov 29: Chicago
Dec 7 - Dec 8: Boston
Dec 13 - Dec 16: LA
Dec 20 - Dec 28: Chicago
Dec 29 - Jan 5: New Years trip TBD (Tahoe?)
Jan 8 - Jan 11: Vegas for CES
A FEW NOTABLE ARTICLES / PRESS
I’ve taken to sleeping on top of my covers as a response to feeling like it’s unacceptable (due to unfinished work) to go to bed. It’s like “Hey Resilient-Misguided-Protestant-Work-Ethic/Jewish-Guilt-Complex! I’m not ACTUALLY in bed sleeping! I’m on top of my covers!!”
Am I the only one who does this?
PS. That is not my bed. But I wish it were!
Memeticists argue that the memes most beneficial to their hosts will not necessarily survive; rather, those memes that replicate the most effectively spread best, which allows for the possibility that successful memes may prove detrimental to their hosts.
- Kevin Kelly, biologist author of Out of Control: the new biology of machines, social systems, and the economic world
sigh.
This week’s Time Out New York column, “Free Love.”
Photo taken in Central Park (felt appropriate for the subject matter), as always, by the unbelievably talented Pickett. The book I’m holding is “The Ethical Slut.” Dress by Diane von Furstenberg.
I’ve just had an unfortunately timed revelation, after watching this video. Namely: video bloggers are HORRIFICALLY obnoxious. Far be it for me to stop someone from entertaining themselves with a camera, but CHRIST. REALLY!?!? Just one of these videos makes me want to quit the internet and never look back. AND THERE ARE MILLIONS OF THEM.
If mine are even 1/80th as annoying (survey’s pointing to “yes”), I should self-flagellate in a camera-less cabin for the next three years as penance.
I am deeply, deeply sorry.
PS. This is the future. Also, great birth control.
PPS. But THIS is how to do video blogging right. Watch their intro video … and … Rhett & Link? Call me.
Skate with Me circa 1987!
Okay, okay, last time I mention that damn song today. I’m not getting paid for it, I promise.
PS. This is pretty much my favorite photo of myself, ever. The innocence! The bangs! The green satin leaf mitts!
ah, to be 6-years-old again.
Skate with Me by DGenerate Nation
I feel like I should wear American Apparel while listening to it, though.
Apropos of absolutely nothing, I just found this photo of Heidi Klum on WOWoWOW.com (shut up, I love their site), and I think she looks so particularly gorgeous here in the Roland Mouret dress that I couldn’t stop myself from sharing it.
Mary, what do you think?
Ummm … are there two versions of Coldplay’s “Talk”? I’m really confused. I want the one that matches these lyrics but I keep getting a slightly different version. They’re similar enough so as to really make me feel as if I’m going a bit mad.
UPDATE: Correct version sent to me - thank you to super alert Coldplay fan Dawn!! She gets the “Awesome reader, great job!” award. wup wup.
Leaning against the simple, modern white Jonathan Adler desk in her bedroom, [NY socialite Olivia Palermo] confides, “I don’t have to work—my parents have always supported me in everything I’ve wanted to do—but I want to. I want to be an actress and a brand, and then I want to do some producing.”
First, a disclaimer: I’ve met Olivia, albeit briefly. She is beautiful, absolutely stunning and, to the best of my knowledge, gracious. We didn’t exactly have an in-depth conversation, but she exhibited none of the haughty behavior one might associate with someone of such privilege.
That said, I’ll never understand parents who support their kids like this. It is entirely possible I can’t see straight with envy (her closet is the size of my ENTIRE APARTMENT), but … something about this makes me feel a little ill.
My parents always made it very clear that they would pay for my college education - which certainly wasn’t cheap - and that’s it. There were more than a few times since I graduated and attempted to make a living as a freelance writer when I would have given anything for their financial help. (Hell, I still wouldn’t turn it down!) But - and it kills me to admit this - as a result, no one can ever say I didn’t do it on my own.
Of course, if by “do it” you mean “pay my own egregiously overpriced rent in a 200 sq ft studio in Manhattan.” The standards for success are obviously relative.
Henry Rollins (via thresca)
I’m still working on my column about exes - getting over them, moving on from them, finding closure (even if none is conveniently provided to you).
I’ve been thinking a lot about this recently, how women, generally, and me, specifically, spend an inordinate amount of time and energy worrying about their relative sex appeal. I realize this isn’t even remotely a newsflash, but I’ve done a few calculations in my head - totaling the time I could have spent on other pursuits, and I’m sort of … pissed.
And yet! It’s proving hard to give up that desire to be seen as attractive. Damn you, biological breeding impulses!
It’s been a rough couple of days, but I woke up today to a text message from Meghan solving two of our big problems, and an email from Mary solving another.
I’ve always worked alone - and when the three of us can’t agree on anything, I think back to those times - but mornings like this make me incredibly glad I have them on my side.
Thanks girls.
I am obsessed with this video.
If you’d like to DL their music for free (their label supports it), go here!
