February 2012
9 posts
Things They Have in Cambridge, Film Edition
Photographer: Oh this is definitely the second-most embarrassing thing I've ever done here.
Me: What?
Photographer: I just asked [X professor/former journalist] what he thought of "Page One," the New York Times documentary, and he said, "Well, you know, I was in it..." This is so embarrassing!
Me: Well, you know, maybe you didn't recognize him?
Photographer: But I've shot him like five times before!
Me: I mean, be fair...you can't be expected to remember every old white dude who appeared in that movie.
Photographer: Well, I DID see it at a mommy/baby screening when I was only three weeks post-partum, so my head was kind of a mess.
Dear Coke Talk: On the real reason he bugs you. →
dearcoketalk:
Dear Coquette,
After a year and a half, I finally realized why my roommate’s boyfriend bugs me: He’s boring. He’s a perfectly nice, perfectly attractive, perfectly successful functioning adult, but he has nothing terribly interesting to say, or at least not to me. Then, when my roommate is…
I’d like to know what this woman did to attain the supernatural ability to...
“I don’t know if this is worse than watching the Oscars.”
– A.W., while ritualistically negotiating our weekend plans to a stalemate of mutual laziness, on the idea of setting up his online dating profile
Prep-school khakis; casual-Friday jeans
There should be a program like this one for young men who recently graduated from New England liberal-arts colleges working their first office job, that will deal exclusively in pants.
Reasons Why It Is Good I Am Not Single
I can no longer tell if my mania and depression are tied to my monthly hormone cycle or my biweekly print cycle.
No really, it is terrifying.
You try ovulating during a cover deadline.
Valentine's Day
I am a terrible evangelist. I was raised Catholic in an era when the Church was doing okay financially and spiritually and hadn’t yet encased itself in that patina of desperation and political authoritarianism, hadn’t yet asked its members to impose themselves on anyone. Even then, I couldn’t muster the small amount of proselytizing energy required by my faith—the ability...
Things I Like About the Person I Married
He always gets roped into some form of participation in the Vagina Monologues Week bake sale at the medical school.
I can never tell if it’s based on his enthusiastically cultivated reputation as a feminist, a baker, or a fan of vaginas.
But really, he makes some damn good cinnamon rolls.
