The Worst Bathroom In New York City

  Ok so, if you’ve been reading my blog faithfully over the years, you’ll know that I have some opinions on public bathrooms. Many opinions on public bathrooms. So please, don’t misunderstand me: I love public bathrooms. Every time my query “do you have a bathroom I could use?” is met with a “Yes!”, I am grateful for[…]

Subway = Elevator

  A lot of visitors (read = tourists) feel very intimidated by the New York City subway system! I mean, maaaaaybe it has something to do with the fact that actual New Yorkers are endlessly complaining about it. I know it took me a year of living here before I felt fully[…]

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[…]

My Very First Visit To TIMES SQUARE

Ok so FIRST OF ALL, this story takes place a looooong time ago. Like, 2005, probably. 14 years ago. That’s one entire Tweenage Disney Channel Sitcom Star ago. My first boyfriend — in college — because Late Bloomers Gonna Bloom Late — grew up in New York City. My first[…]

Squeaky Shoes

  The skill that has taken me the longest to hone, and the skill that has served me the best in my everyday life, is the ability to squeak my shoes.   Yes, I have finally mastered the gentle scuff of my Converse against nearly any ground-type surface that elicits[…]