Tag: critical mass

I’m sorry, I don’t really care about your fractured collarbone

I’ve ranted about random emails/messages/FB friend requests before. I’ve gotten to the point where I just usually ignore and move on, as they’re usually from guys and usually have a smarmy vibe to them.  But the latest one left with me a twinge of sadness. Last summer, I inexplicably became a big biking fan overnight Read more…

Obligatory food-issues post by 20-30 something female

I wish I could say I was depressed, I got dumped, my dog died, my car was stolen, I was fired.  But life is fairly perfect.  Which is why it baffles me that at 4:12pm last Friday I bought a box of Entenmann’s doughnuts and by 6:03pm, the box was empty.  Eight.  Eight! Every few Read more…

Doing things solo

A few years ago, I was at Carol’s Pub every Thursday from May through August for karaoke.  I started to notice a handful of solo-regulars.  There was the Librarian, long blond ponytail hair, thick glasses, conservative teacher clothes, who’d sit quietly thumbing through the song books until she found a tune she liked.  She’d whisper Read more…