Tomorrow you are going to wake up and no longer be a member of the human race.
You’re going to wake up and be something. . . else.
Alien, god, unicorn, elf, vampire, hospitality droid, Spiderman.
Your choice. Continue reading
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Inspired by the Hairpin’s Six Fairy Tales for the Modern Woman,
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Once upon a time a Black graduate student attended class as she worked towards her PhD in Physics. During the class she raised her hand to ask a question. Her question was taken seriously by the professor and given careful consideration by her fellow students.
The End. Continue reading
Now that it’s summer chances are most of us will be invited to a BBQ or 6 and we’ll want (or be seriously encouraged) to bring a dish along.
But before you open up the refrigerator and reach for your economy-sized jar of mayonnaise to make a potato salad that will force some people (me) to hold their breath when they walk by it, consider an easy alternative. Continue reading
If you perform the most rudimentary of internet searches, you can find out what a Bikram yoga class entails. It’s a 90 minute class of 26 poses, worked through in a group, as close to in unison as possible (this never happens in a normal class), in a room heated to a humid 105 degrees.
Sounds daunting. Continue reading
When I was a kid, in order to gorge on comedy specials I had to ask my grandma to drive me around to the six video rental stores within 3-5 mile radius of our home. Because there was so much overlap between each store’s collection, it was a rare treat to find something new. Once upon a time you basically had to be on a sitcom to get a special released on video.
Now, of course, we live in the golden age of streamlined digital production and instant streaming that has cut way, way down on production costs and now comics at all levels can afford to release specials. Continue reading
Recycling a section of the media strategy that always stops the U.S. from having any of the good stuff, now journalists are trying to scare Americans into believing that the real source of our fiscal crises is the disabled. And once again the recent reports about federal disability benefits creating a culture of underachievement in poor communities and the poor cheating the social security system to receive the cash benefits eliminated by the Welfare Reform Act in 1996 (any of this sound familiar?), are coming from some of the most supposedly liberal media outlets. Continue reading
Aside from setting unnecessary and extraordinarily costly requirements for legal education and opposing key, cost-saving reforms, the American Bar Association found a new way to prove that it is woefully out of touch with the current legal market and ensure that many members of the new generation of lawyers won’t become dues paying members to an organization that remains crushingly out of touch with the reality of today’s legal job market. Continue reading
For me, a zit is not just a zit. A zit is a scar in its infancy that will be with me for at least 3-6 months. Thankfully, finally, my hormones evened out and my skin has mostly calmed down and now I only get the occasional zit. But as recently as 9 months ago, this was not the case. Over the years I’ve developed some strategies and tried some truly miraculous products to deal with hyperpigmentation and I’d like to share them with you. Continue reading
¡Hola! Move over, Lucky. Today I’m your HMIC (Head Mexican in Charge) and I’m here to wish you a happy, fake, not-at-all Mexican holiday.
But don’t let the falseness of the holiday, dissuade you from celebrating. No good American lets the fact that a holiday is basically a figment of our collective imagination stop them from throwing a party. This goes double for me and my fellow Mexican-Americans, who love few things more a BBQ. Happily, because we are Mexican, we don’t really have to switch it up for Cinco de Mayo, it just means our normal fare is on special at the grocery store. Continue reading
My alarm goes off at 5 AM, but lately I’m already awake to dismiss it. I’m not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, but I love solitude and on the streets of New York, if you want to run mostly alone, you have rise before the sun.
I sleep in two stubby, curly pigtails so I can just slip on a headband, my uniform of cropped microfiber pants, one of my beloved and now-discontinued Duck sports bras, t-shirt, fleece, and ugly but sublime-feeling New Balances. I keep a mug of cold coffee by my bed that I down like medicine, before grabbing my phone, Metrocard and head out the door. Continue reading