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Working Out Is A Pain In The Ass
Somewhere toward the beginning of the pandemic, let’s say March or Aprilish, I realized that I (like so many others) had started putting on the pounds. Perhaps it was depression, or boredom, anxiety, maybe ordering in so many times because I couldn’t just go to the store whenever I wanted to pick-up what we wanted for dinner. Who knows. All I know is that once I realized it was piling on, I knew it needed to come back off. So I started dieting, and working out. And while the dieting isn’t so so bad (25 pounds down, thankyousomuch), I’m here to tell you, working out is a pain in the…
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When It Comes To Wearing Masks, Either Go Big – Or Stay Home!
No, this isn’t yet another post about the importance of wearing masks. We all know it’s important at this point, or if you are reading this and still think COVID-19 is fake, then please kindly Eff-off. Seriously, we all get that you’re edgy and the government is trying to implant something in you because they aren’t already tracking you through your cellphone/Facebook account/social security number/tax returns/and fillings. But, I digress. This post isn’t about any of that. Actually, this post is about the fabulous masks being sold by Akira right now, and how I want every single one of them. Seriously, guys, when it comes to wearing masks, either got…
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It’s Time To Talk About Menstruation At Work, Period.
Being on your period at work sucks. Pain aside, that washed out, exhausted feeling we all get makes working nearly impossible. If our managers don’t notice it’s because we’ve pushed through in a way that’s unhealthy, and that no one would expect if the pain were in any part of our body outside of our uterus. Yes it’s inconvenient when our period starts during a work week, but not talking about it doesn’t help anyone – us or our employers. Ladies, it’s time to talk about menstruation at work, period. It’s Time To Talk About Menstruation At Work, Period. When I was a teenager, I had sever ovulation pain that…
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Like Italian Food? Thank A Mexican!
The world is a melting pot, even if we don’t always see that. In the US, we have people who have immigrated from all over the globe, our numbers are Arabic, our letters mostly Latin, and our language is a strange amalgamation of words that came from so many different cultures, that most of the time we don’t even realize just how integrated we truly are. But here’s something you might not know: tomato pasta sauce didn’t start out in Italy. In fact, if you really love red sauce, you should thank a Mexican! See, way back when the Spanish called Mexico “New Spain,” they learned about a lot of different…
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SNL’s Adam Sandler Brought On The Tears With Tribute To Chris Farley
Comedy in the ’90s would never have been the same without Adam Sandler, Dana Carvey, SNL, and the great, late, Chris Farley. This was back when watching SNL meant actually staying up late on a Saturday night, and missing it meant that you’d be lost to all the jokes told around watercoolers and school lockers that Monday morning. Just as the generation before experienced great loss with John Belushi, the death of Chris Farley rocked our world, and twenty plus years later, we’re all still grieving his loss. The world is so full of loss these days that many of us may not have realized how we still grieve for…
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Do You Know What Causes Sulfur Burps?
It happened again last night: sitting outside, enjoying the evening when all the sudden burp. But this wasn’t the normal “excuse me” burp. This was sulfur, bubbling up from the depths of hell and escaping from my mouth. My eyes widened as both the taste and smell hit, and I said a little prayer of gratitude that no one else was sitting outside with me. Then I remembered that these burps never come in sets of one. It was going to be a long night. So, what causes sulfur burps? We don’t have them every day, so it’s not like this is a normal bodily function or something. Why do we…
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To The Guy Who Shouted “Whale” At Me While I Was Walking
Thank you for making me feel even shittier and more self-conscious than I already did about taking my fat ass out in public. It’s like you somehow instinctively knew that comparing my body in lycra to the giant of the sea would make things all the better. Sure, I’d been stressed about going out in the first place because of fellas like you with your big loud trucks and those fake testicles hanging off the hitch. I saw you high-fiving your buddy in the bitch seat so I bet he was super impressed with your observational skills and ability to suss out the proper response to seeing a fat woman…
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I Just Saw A Star Is Born, And Now I Need Therapy
I shouldn’t have to say this (because from the title it should be inferred), but this post is basically one big ol’ gigantor ‘spoiler’, and if you proceed you are doing so at your own risk. Literally, all I’m going to do is spoil spoil spoil A Star is Born, because that movie ripped my freaking heart out and now I need a hug, a snuggly blanket, and long-term, expensive therapy. You have been warned. I Just Saw A Star Is Born, And Now I Need Therapy To begin, I never saw the previous incarnations of A Star is Born. In fact, until last night I had no idea there…
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My Rape Isn’t About You
In 2001 I dated a man who was studying to be a pastor at Dallas Baptist University. I felt good about myself, had been working out, building myself up to be a stronger me, and wanted to date a good guy for a change. Four months into our relationship I went to his place for a dinner of Chinese food and maybe a PG-rated make-out session, and that night he raped me. It’s been eighteen years since that night, and I still remember every single detail as vividly as if it had just happened. Eighteen years, so much therapy, my entire life flipped upside down, life on strong anti-depressants, more…
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5 Ways To Survive The Holidays If You’re Single
Nine months out of the year being single is amazing. You get to date who you want, when you want. You get to go to pound-town with whomever, or hang out with your B.O.B. if that’s what you want. Walking around the house wearing nothing but ripped underwear, and socks that have foxes on them, and eating Haagen-Dazs Rum Raisin ice cream right out of the pint is no big deal because no one’s there to judge you. And yes, Rum Raisin is the best ice cream. But when you’re dating? You have to debate those things. And who wants to debate when there’s new episodes waiting to be binged on Netflix?…
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