December 2011
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"Feminist" is not a pejorative
I love boobs and sex and loathe the chaste philosophy of Stephanie Meyer’s narratives, but my sometimes piggish objectification of women as sexual objects doesn’t change the fact that if you can’t understand why a feminist perspective is important to every man, than you’re either woefully self-centered, or you’re a covert misogynist (I’ve been called, perhaps...
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Eventually, eventually happens
Eventually everyone has to clip their finger nails. Whether you’re a once-a-weeker, or just whenever you catch them on something, everyone has to cut their fingernails (except those strange and depressing figures in Guinness World Record books).
The same could be said for “catching up on life.” You put off grocery shopping or laundry and eventually you have like 10 things to do...
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College happened a long time ago.
The...
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On Keeping Things I Don't Use
In college, I owned a double-bed made of wood that featured a hard, flat surface which worked for my nonchalance about thread counts, or any comfort associated with a contraption for sleeping. I didn’t sleep much anyway, and when I did, it was mainly to pass out.
But with a narrow double-bed, women did not sleep over, and if they did, that meant I slept on the floor (STILL OK), or on the...
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The Schadenfreude Towards Happy Sober People
The irreconcilable confusion some people have felt towards my happiness as I avoid imbibing alcoholic beverages, is the most shocking thing about being sober. It’s not the clarity I have recalling nights at the bar; it’s not the energy I now have on weekends, or the frequency I can make it to the gym; it’s the apprehension people have when they’re in my presence and...