Beyonce. Shaunie O’Neil. Tyler Perry. Gabrielle Union. Kim Kardashian. Heck, all the Kardashians. You probably know someone who hates someone on that list. Maybe it’s you. But you don’t know these people. They’re simply folks on the TV or the movie screen. Yet, just the mere utterance of their names sends you into the throws…
Do you remember the 90s comedy “Ally McBeal” starring Calista Flockhart? Well anywho, on that show, Ally’s therapist insisted that she come up with a theme song for her life. Sounds hokey, but years later, I ended up doing that exact same thing. I have not one single bit of musical talent in my body…
I live my life on the defense, always in anticipation of disappointment and bad news.
I’ve developed a severe case of baby fever. It arrived without warning and has rooted itself noticeably on social networks, billboards, the radio and even the literature I escape into. I coo whenever I see photographs of Blue Ivy in her adorable Timberlands and smile as I package and send clothes and other spring essentials…
I have become one of those people–those super granola folks who have gotten rid of the idiot box that peddles the messy blob that is pop culture. Yep, I don’t own a television. It’s been a few months now and I must say, I don’t miss it. I’m not some snobby hipster either who hates…
To get from 9 to 5 without screwing around on the Internet all day I make little deals with myself.
“I talk to myself. Constantly,” Sarah Jessica Parker admitted in a an interview with People. She claims her audible self-convos are not a sign of insanity, but a coping mechanism for keeping her life together. Hallelujah! I am so glad she came clean about this because I also talk to myself. If my world is flowing, the mute button on my…
Ours is an increasingly insular society. Hop on the subway and you’ll see dozens of people plugged into their phones. Sit down in a cafeteria and you’ll observe dozens more absorbed by e-readers and magazines. Head to the mall and you’ll be hard-pressed to find anyone who wants to talk with, look at, or even…
As much as I love to rock out in my car and throw my hands in the air like I just don’t care at concerts, I’ve always operated under the assumption that I can’t dance. I have vaguely fond memories of a brief stint in ballet as a preschooler, but the only other dance experience…
Something my mom and I share in common: we hate running into people in public. We’re both fairly sociable people with lots of friends and acquaintances,but dread being caught unaware at the grocery store or the nail salon — even by someone we might genuinely want to see. But especially by someone we don’t want…
