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TMI in da house
My gift to myself for my 32nd birthday was an IUD. Being reasonably sure there will be no surprise babies is the gift that keeps on giving, because surprise babies are like ninjas. One day you’re just minding your own … Continue reading
How to score with (boy) nerds
I qualify “nerds” because there was a terrific post about scoring with female nerds at The Park Bench, which inspired this one. After speaking* with Devon, I put together this primer on dating male nerds. Be interested in his obsession … Continue reading
Facebook needs to back out of my bizness
Listen, Facebook, I don’t care what my mother told you to do before she died: I don’t need to hear your shit about my biological clock. I’m not even trying to have a baby, so I don’t need “fertility coaching.” … Continue reading
The anti-Match.com
When I told Devon I called him a serial killer again on my blog, he said, “At least people won’t be Googling me for dating purposes anymore.” That said, now I have to make sure he can never find another … Continue reading
BE AFRAID! — no, not really
At a friend’s house the other day, I learned that children in a school in New Jersey aren’t allowed to carry backpacks from class to class anymore, presumably because they’re hauling weapons of mass destruction to history class. I know … Continue reading
Crafts for size queens
I don’t normally plug products, but this is So. Fucking. Awesome that I had to give it a shout-out. I mean, I wouldn’t buy one, because I don’t live in a dorm, but this makes me wish I did so … Continue reading
Romeo and Juliet, and cell phones
It’s been said before that Romeo and Juliet would have resolved much more happily had T-Mobile been around in Shakespeare’s time. Juliet could have sent her beloved a text: “Hey, Romeo, luv u 4evah, don’t kill urself.” And Romeo could … Continue reading
Citibank to eat my cash
So far, I’ve received two e-mails from Citibank assuring me that my accounts are FDIC insured. How comforting. Clearly, I need to find a new bank, but with the rate they’re failing, I’m not even sure where to go. During … Continue reading
Sex and the future
Devon and I were watching an absolutely wretched episode of “Star Trek: Deep Space Nine” last night that sparked a debate about holosuites as sex toys. In that ep where Odo and Kira finally hook up after wasting most of … Continue reading
