tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63440532009-02-21T10:17:37.676-05:00Growing up ... kicking and screamingUsnoreply@blogger.comBlogger437125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6344053.post-1104380474869868282004-12-29T23:16:00.000-05:002004-12-29T23:22:10.636-05:00

We've Come to An End 2004 is almost over, and a lot of things are coming to an end. This website included. It was there when I needed it, but this is where it needs to stop. The world doesn't need another site of single girl missives. That's right. I am now a single girl. Besides, this was a website about growing up, and being a single girl is sort of like regressing. But I can live with

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Subway Observation #6 Nobody flinches when a guy pulls out a switchblade on an uptown number 2 train. The guy holds the knife open, rotating it, admiring it. It's thick and long, like a steak knife. People consciously don't look at him. I stand with my back mostly to him, watching his reflection in the subway car window. I breathe a sigh of relief when I get off at the next stop, and he doesn't.

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Happy Three Years! My boyfriend and I celebrated three years together today. We almost didn't make it this far -- and (as the fight drags on) we might not make it much further. But I think the two of us -- as unlikely as we were -- really made an incredible team. After all, who else encourages me to be creative? Who else finds the humor in a website, where he more often than not comes across

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Keeping Secrets Secret I've learned my lesson, and I can't talk about it.

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Things I'm Glad About I'm glad there's no heat in the apartment. I'm glad it's finally getting cold. I'm glad I'm fighting with my boyfriend. I'm glad there's a hair salon opening in my building. I'm glad that in order to take a vacation from work, I need to work twice as hard leading up to it. I'm glad I have this blog ... so I can listen to myself complain ....

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(not) For All Mankind I've heard the truism that a pair of 7 jeans can make any ass look hot. I've even seen some pretty amazing transformations with my own eyes. So while shopping at the Soho Bloomie's today, I decided to try on a couple of pairs. And I've come to this conclusion: my ass must be hopeless, because the magical jeans don't work for me. But if I'm honest with myself, I know that

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That Kind of Day Today has been that type of awful day when you find out that your landlord who lives downstairs is moving out, and a hair salon is moving in. I need to save my pennies for my first Manhattan apartment ... four and a half more months! (Well, I can dream, can't I?)

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I'm ... Guess What? Edgy! My boss told me today that I have an "edge." She meant it as a compliment too. Do I have an edge? Am I snarky? Hmm ...

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High School, Revisited I actually watched 24 minutes of a VH1 show called My Coolest Years tonight. This episode was about geeks. My high school was 100% geeks. You had to take a test to get in. I think that says it all. I was somewhere in the middle, I think. Luckily my best high school friend was beautiful and cool and fun and, even though she was Indian, attracted hot Jewish boys.

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Ouch I kicked my own ass in the gym yesterday.

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I Want to Date This Guy I have every intention of leaving my apartment before it gets dark today, but I had to gush about my new best friend. Actually, I've never met the guy, but he is one of the funniest people I've read so far. And he's from South Jersey. I'm only up to the October archives, but I'd like to quote some of my favorite lines: "She informed me that in order to see if a boy

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The Jewish Way in Dating The New York Times had an article today about non-Jews who join JDate because they want to meet "nice Jewish boys and girls." For all my anti-religion rantings lately, I still feel pretty strongly about marrying another Jew. Because I realized -- on the subway, of course, where some of my best thinking gets done -- that religious traditions really are beautiful, and the

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Bigger Me I started thinking today about why I have this silly website in the first place. Or why I didn't decide to post commentary about pop culture, or politics, or celebrity gossip. Or about something completely inane like cooking (OK, I know why I don't write about cooking ...) I never really meant to get too personal. The inspiration for this blog was one of my senior year TAs, who

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Forward Looking Statements From now on, all future posts will be about my fish, Flippy, Dippy and Skippy. Enjoy!

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Opening for a Life Guide I need my own personal etiquette counselor. So when situations crop up, I'll know how to handle them. For instance, if a woman boards the subway, and you can't tell if she's pregnant or not, should you give up your seat? Should you offer your boss money if you're not sure if happy hour is on the company card? If you make an off-color (drunk) remark to someone you

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Subway Observation #5 They say stress shortens your life. Thanks to my iPod, I'm going to live a lot longer.

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Subway Observation #4 Someone yelled at me for looking at her four times on the subway. Four times! She counted! Please. I just turned my back and ignored her. OK, I admit I was momentarily unnerved. But getting yelled at for looking at someone the wrong way? That's how you learn the meaning of the words "street smarts."

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Subway Observation #3 Don't talk. When asked for directions, see if you can get away with pointing and a nod.

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Do I Look Jewish? A young girl in a long skirt. "Are you Jewish? We're giving away free Shabbos candles ..." "No thank you," I said. Half a block later. Two girls in long skirts. "Excuse me. Excuse me, are you Jewish?" "No, I'm not interested in Shabbos candles." Half a block later. A little boy. "Are you Jewish?" "I don't want any Shabbos candles." Half a block later. A man in a

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Big Me I got a temporary promotion today. When my boss once-removed goes on vacation next month, guess which cute, sassy, one week past her 23rd birthday, editrex-in-training is filling in? You got it.

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Subway Observation #2 You can play MP3s on a Blackberry. Who knew.

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Blast From the Past How's this for a time warp circa 1997? Dinner and drinks with a friend I haven't seen since high school, who is still friends with (and brought along) my ex-boyfriend; and my best friend from elementary school, who once dated this aforementioned high school friend. We used to double date before, but as my ex-boyfriend reminded me, I wouldn't let him drink back then. I had

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Clippings I really love coupons, even when I know I'll never use them. This is going to be one of my old lady quirks, I can tell.

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Subway Observation #1 It drives me crazy when people can't fit into one seat on the subway. We all pay the same price, we're all tired at the end of the day or first thing in the morning -- and I really believe in the notion of one person, one seat. Period. On principle, I always sqoosh in next to those people. Then I squirm around to get my traveling companion's attention, all the while

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At least I'm his type The new editor told me today, in a fit of exasperation, "you're just like my ex." What does it mean when your boss (albeit a youngish, twentysomething boss) says that to you? It's bad, right? No chance at a promotion next year? Certainly no chance of boardroom hanky panky. Sigh.

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