March 2011
133 posts
Give Me Hips
not hipbones.
I want the dimpled grins and dimpled chins (of
girls with curls and
dames in frames)
the messy buns
and paint smear stains
on bitten nails
of gap-teethed
freckled
lovelies.
I made this my nap alarm today.
Waking up...
I remember my first beer
This saying is not witty. Somehow, various people on my campus believe it is and I’ve heard it countless times in a manner of weeks.
Other overused sayings that irk me: “epic”, “Don’t worry about it”, “literally”, “that awkward moment when…”
This is a sore spot.
No Microsoft Word, I do not want to capitalize every bullet point.
Pet peeve: when the red and green lines are wrong.
Women, You’re Hard to Get to Know
You’re not a mystery, exactly. Nor enigmatic. It’s just that your hard drive is internal. You have no flashing lights. You look better in pants than you think. You like some of the songs that we like. You like some other songs that we pretend not to like. You don’t even pretend to like Springsteen (what’s the matter with you?) If you...
How to Feel Good to a Woman
Lisa Taddeo
If I’m taking a shower at yours, stack fresh towels. Thick and white and fluffy. More than I’ll need. A toothbrush. Conditioner. You know that awesome serendipity when you descend into a friend’s basement to watch a game and he’s got the scene set - hot wings, cold beer within arm’s reach, a video console set up for half-time?...
Esquire
Where is the feminine equivalent? Maybe I read this magazine because I like to fantasize about the men who do the same. Whatever the reason, the writing is superior in wit, style, and prose to any women’s publication.
Two of my favorite excerpts follow: How to Feel Good to a Woman and Women, You’re Hard to Get to Know. The first of which I found in my sketchbook, while the latter...
