Have Regrets? Get Over It.

Have Regrets? Get Over It.

Ten years ago I moved to San Francisco with everything I owned packed up in a Honda Civic. The value of my student loan debt far outweighed the value of my material possessions and if I didn’t find a job quickly, I’d have to pawn my shoe collection. I liked my shoes,...

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New York vs. San Francisco: In Quotes

New York vs. San Francisco: In Quotes

My two favorite cities.  One I reside in, the other I play in. The Bold Italic recently posted a few articles with the catch phrase, “The Manhattanization of San Francisco" lamenting the two cities' similarities. However, crazy salaries and ridiculous rents aside, San...

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A Love Letter to my Liver

A Love Letter to my Liver

February 14, 2014 Dear Liver, It was always you. Other lovers, organs and parts have come and gone (oh, poor tonsils) but it is only you that have remained stoically in love and support of me throughout my trying life. Our journey together has been magical and this...

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Marry A Man Who Doesn’t Read

Marry A Man Who Doesn’t Read

In the spirit of Date an Illiterate girl and to show two sides of a Sliding Doors moment, I've painted a picture of a few possible outcomes for the choices we make in love. Marry a Man Who Doesn’t Read (and Has a Nice Watch) Marry a man who doesn’t read literature. Or...

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How to Mess Up Your Online Identity (#FAIL)

How to Mess Up Your Online Identity (#FAIL)

"The Web can and will influence how others perceive you, both personally and professionally” Sigh. In the past month I’ve sent people to porn, tweeted out my neuroses, participated in humblebragging, and enabled my burning man photos to go viral. When it came to...

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My Dirty Secret

My Dirty Secret

It was one of those San Francisco drizzle dusks where you couldn’t tell where the fog ended and the rainclouds started.  Dressed in a black trench coat, I met an old colleague outside the warm glow of a Brasserie sign. It was time to confide a dark secret. “You’ll...

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Burning Man Lessons from A Newbie

Burning Man Lessons from A Newbie

“I’ll never go to Burning Man,” I always said.  “It’s full of hairy armpit hippies having orgies in the dust while hallucinating.” I loathed the people in San Francisco that called themselves “burners.” You know the type-those wide eyed patchouli wearers that made...

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