RIP, dark blue Converse (2016-2017). I broke you in on the red rocks of Joshua Tree. I wore you for eight days straight at Burning Man. I slept in you in a tent, because heaven forbid I wake up in the middle of the night and have to pee, I cannot be bothered to put…
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RIP, Chevron
It is with heavy heart that we announce the passing of Chevron. Chevron came to prevalence in October 1950, when it graced the polo shirt of Peanuts character Charlie Brown. Chevron reached worldwide fame and legendary status at the age of 60, when suddenly, Chevron was ubiquitous on maxi dresses, curtains, and in blog designs. Those of us…
Five Albums: Double Fantasy
Three chimes. Double Fantasy is a meditative experience. It plays like a story of a relationship which begins in the middle — a genius move that lends itself brilliantly to playing it over and over, to “start over” again and again. Lennon’s gift for songwriting is undoubtedly enhanced by his relationship with Ono. I’ve always regarded them…
Five Albums: Tapestry
Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever going to make it home again. I didn’t know just what was wrong with me. Doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore? Carole King’s Tapestry is a masterpiece of meandering insecurities and confident piano riffs. The album dives right in with “I Feel The Earth Move,” a jangly rock anthem…
8 Of Your Favorite Childhood Toys (And The Dark Stories Behind Them)
If the Toy Story franchise made you cry, I’m about to really make you weep — first, by reminding you of all the toys you begged your parents for, and then by ruining your fond memories of them with the tragic backstories you never knew. 1989 Polly Pocket In 1982, Chris Wiggs designed a tiny dollhouse…
Menstrual Cycling
“Isn’t it weird how your period transforms you into Wonder Woman?” my friend texted as my uterine lining erupted out of me like hot magma out of Krakatoa. Wonder Woman? Is everyone else’s menses making them super-strong and giving them invisible jets? That’s right, I’m talking about my period again! I talk about my period…
Five Albums: Pearl
One of the fondest and fuzziest memories of my young life was when my dad woke me up and took me down to the basement late at night. He sat me on the ping-pong table, put his Iron Butterfly record on the turntable he’d just hooked up, and flamboyantly gesticulated the importance of “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” while…
Brought To You By…
You guys, I miss blogs. Like, I really miss blogs. You know that awful Twitter chat question: “What made you start blogging teehee lol?” BLOGS. Blogs made me start blogging. Blogs opened my eyes to something human beyond myself, something real and sympathetic and extraordinary in the everyday banal realities of life. A voyeuristic window…
Five Albums: Arrival
“See that girl, watch that scene/digging the Dancing Queen” I’m 12 years old and I’ve re-discovered ABBA. My parents laugh because they have video of toddler-me dancing to “Take A Chance On Me.” Oh, if there was YouTube in 1989! But when I rekindle my love of ABBA in 1997, I do my share…
The Popsicle Zodiac
Pink: Total hedonist. You enjoy only the finest things in life. Your bed has no fewer than six pillows. That’s four pillows more than necessary, and you know it. Your most frequent recurring nightmare is the one where you realize your favourite designer handbag is actually a knockoff. Blue: You were the first kid to…
God Hates You
I don’t believe in God. I don’t think there’s any compelling evidence that God exists. I find it scientifically improbable that there is a ruling force to the chaotic universe we live in. I’d hate to believe there’s some dickface cloud-dwelling billionaire up there who gives cancer to babies to test their parents’ faith. But…
The First Time A Joke Blew Up In My Face
I live to tell jokes. Always have, always will. Fact: at a party, an acquaintance pulled me aside to tell me he admired my Twitter hashtag. That compliment meant more to me than shaking the school board president’s hand at my High School graduation. Being laughed at – or with – is the highest compliment…