It’s not me, it’s them. I’m having relationship trouble with reality TV dating shows. It’s a very unhealthy relationship, you see. They make me so upset, but I can’t stay away. Take, for example, my latest new addiction: Paradise Hotel on Fox. Which was cancelled-ish after 4 episodes. I mean, -ish. The show[…]
Author: meghan
Bad Habits
When I was a kid, I was a nail-biter. I’ve graduated to being a lip-chewer. I’m full of bad habits. I’ve been a hair-twirler, an eyelash-puller, a cuticle-picker, and a leg-jiggler. On the way, I’ve picked up several other bad habits I’m trying to break: Pointing. I[…]
Yes, Vale Park Is Hip, And I Found It First
Vale Park isn’t a city park. It isn’t even a state park. Far from a National Park! Vale Park is an elevated green space, part of the William Vale, a trendy boutique hotel in Williamsburg. So it’s not really an official park, but it’s like, an alternative park? Located basically a block away from[…]
The Instagram Depression Cure
I am L I V I N G for Instagram lately. A lot of people say that Instagram causes depression. O…kay? I guess it’s like, when you look at other people’s pictures on Instagram, you compare yourself to them, and comparison is the thief of joy, therefore Instagram[…]
Adventures in Escitalopram
Wow, gee, post a picture of your brand new bottle of Lexapro on your InstaStories, and suddenly everyone you know surprises you with the revelation “HEY! That’s what I’m on!” I think it’s easier to ask, do I know anybody who’s not taking Lexapro? For years I’ve been recommended, but afraid of, antidepressants.[…]
Things That I Actually Believe Are Honestly Magical
I think magic is pretty cool. I’m talking MagicK, you know — Glamours, transfiguration, potions, enchantments. But believing in it? Phew. Belief is a tricky thing. I feel like belief — true belief — is the thing that only shows itself when you’re tested. The thing you turn to[…]
Wading in Williamsburg
It’s officially blog canon now, how much I love the coastline of New York City. And with so many islands to choooooose from, there’s plenty of opportunities to smell the salty air and feel the water’s wind whipping your hair back and forth. But let’s say you want a more immersive experience. Let’s[…]
Currently… in June 2019
FEELING: Drained. Drained! I started this month with unbearable allergies. Taking Lexapro, an SSRI, for depression/anxiety. A painful colposcopy and biopsy. The bizarre balance between feeling better due to meds and yet more anxious due to my health scare has been DRAINING! Luckily, the biopsy came back negative!!! But I basically[…]
Happy 200th Birthday, Walt Whitman
I’ll be honest with you: The first time I picked up Leaves of Grass (in college), it bored me to tears. Maybe it’s a thing you have to grow into? I for sure skimmed the book to pass the class, but didn’t understand why so many people considered it a[…]
“Outsourcing Adulthood” Doesn’t Cut It
Every week, I swear, I read a new smear piece on why “Millennials,” aka human beings aged 23-38, are not doing it right. This article on The Cut stands out because its author is actually a Millennial, so you think they wouldn’t be so quick to hop on the self-loathing Millennial train,[…]
Reality Can Be Harsh
As I sit here watching I Wanna Marry “Harry,” the FOX reality show where 12 American women vie for the heart of a man they’ve been led to believe is Prince Harry, it occurs to me how mean reality television used to be. Nowadays, the biggest reality TV program is, without question, Keeping[…]
PLASTIC BAG BAN!!!
True Story: the first time I visited Brooklyn, it disgusted me. I have a sharp, distinct memory of walking past industrial spaces hemmed in with barbed-wire fences, topped with stringy… wet… flapping… dirty… plastic bags. Tattered and tangled inextricably around the foreboding spiked fences. I don’t remember the neighborhood —[…]
True Crime Meets Truly Funny: American Vandal
I don’t know who recommended this show to me (I think I saw glowing reviews on Twitter?) , but it is AWESOME. American Vandal is Serial (the podcast) meets 90210, Making a Murderer meets Christopher Guest movies. The editing & score are a perfect parody of Making A Murderer. The narration’s tone and timbre perfectly mocks[…]
Morningside Park
I’ve lived in NYC for over 10 years — almost half of those in Upper Manhattan — and I only just visited Morningside Park! And on my visit, I saw: two cats, countless turtles, a duck, a goose, and what I *think* is an egret? And stairs. LOTS of[…]
Enough On My Shoulders
The recent news cycle has been draining. The recent abortion bans in Georgia, Alabama, Ohio. Every day, my entire social media feed is dominated by stories of desperate women whose lives ended in pursuit of reproductive freedom. Horrifying tales of 11-year olds forced to carry their rapists’ babies to term, women[…]
TEMPEH! In the MICROWAVE!!!
So Here’s My Pickle. (food pun? no? ok) I have basically blogged a thousand times about making eggs in the microwave, and how it’s my favorite depression meal, cheap source of protein, and basically the thing I eat for breakfast every day. Well. One day[…]
Being Basic
Over at Man Repeller, Julia Gray has written a thoughtful and considered piece about the nature of being “basic” in 2019, aptly titled, “What Does Being Basic Look Like In 2019?” I’ve very much come full circle on “Basic Bitches.” Which, I guess, is to say, I’ve[…]
Mama Giuseppa’s – My Own (Generous) Helping of Red Sauce America
I can’t cook to save my life, but I closely follow Bon Appétit online. I have never once made one of their recipes. Not. One. I’m only into it for the food culture articles, and this month, they’ve been running a series that has knocked me for a loop. The Red Sauce America[…]
Home, Home On The Grange
Now, I have been to the Grange, before, technically. A few months ago, I took a trip up to the house but, having missed the guided tour and nearing closing time, I didn’t go in. I did take this super-sick Instagram of me & the Hamilton homestead, though!: View this post on[…]
Roommates Are Basically The Same Thing As Poltergeists
DON’T GET ME WRONG: I LOVE MY ROOMMATES. Okay, “love” is a strong word. I definitely prefer my roommates over most other roommates I’ve ever had in my adult life. Do I wish I wasn’t forced to consider crapping in a Tupperware on a weekly basis? Sure. Nobody’s[…]