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Category Archives: tales of an accidental feminist

the new iphone’s here! the new iphone’s here!

Well, new to me. Also, I always like to work in a good reference to “The Jerk”. Anyway, I’m sort of in love. And just like a woman in love, I am more irrational than usual, especially regarding how great my iphone is, how it’s so much better than my old phone, how I could [...]

barbaric female beauty ritual

Trust me, this was not my idea: Not that I’m opposed to it; I really don’t care. I mean, I had my ears pierced when I was 8, then when I was in college I just let them close up because I just never wore earrings. Now, I could go all into the anthropological oddity [...]

some people!

Place: jcrew, Chestnut Hill Mall Time: 11:55 AM, Thursday Personae: jcrew worker (male), jcrew worker (female), tree hugger/environmentalist/stay-at-home dad (male), under-cover operative (me) Dad: (preparing to pay for merchandise) I’ll just take this in the bag I brought in… Male worker continues to ring him up. Female Worker: That bag? I threw it away already. [...]

the message board that time forgot…

There I was today, sitting in a tucked away corner of the only decent coffee shop in Waltham, drinking my latte, with nothing to do but peruse the large message board that lay within my sight line. It was chock full of goodies, like ads for private Japanese tutors and yoga classes. But the more [...]

this is what happens when i don’t unload my camera in a timely fashion

class warfare

Why is it totally social acceptable, even preferred, to walk down the street in Brookline with a Starbucks in your hand, but would be totally sketch for me to walk down the street with a Cherry Zero can? As I consider taking the can with me to Coolidge Corner (I could really use some caffeine [...]

note to jcrew

Your clothes are relatively affordable and well-made. They usually fit me well. Unfortunately, your lovely winter coats are still being proportioned in such a way that a small-busted, big-bootied woman such as myself, upon trying on a particularly fetching one in red (my best color) turns to thoughts that resemble the stages of grief : [...]

you catch more flies with foam

I had a revelation today, at the Starbucks in Coolidge Corner. The barista made a particularly well-crafted latte. Clearly not from some pre-heated, half-hour old milk in a pitcher. This stuff was freshly foamed. It was creamy; it had heft; you could draw a maple leaf or a heart or something in it. Now, this [...]

“so this guy walks into a talent agent’s office…”

Actually get to tell “The Aristocrats” to an unsuspecting friend at a bar: check. (Here’s what many argue was the best telling of it they ever heard; by Gilbert Godfried, at the roast of Hugh Hefner, two weeks after September 11th. WARNING- DO NOT CLICK ON THE ABOVE LINK IF YOU ARE FAINT OF HEART; [...]

I pulled a Homer!

So, this past weekend the family watched “The Simpsons Movie”. The girls loved it, and can’t stop quoting it. I became obsessed with “Spider Pig”. So imagine my glee when I saw that Dina had a little red plastic piggy bank in her room! “Kids! Look at me! Look at me!” I shouted from the [...]