Chimica2
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I wore plain white Naturalizer wedges, about 1.5 inches. I still have them (and my 20th anniversary is coming up!) I had an outdoor wedding in Michigan the first week in May, so I didn't want to go barefoot. Weather too iffy, plus the friend who was kind enough to let us have the wedding in her back yard, had a dog...

As an antidote to the disgusting act above, may I present something that may give you faith in future generations:

I always thought I was average-ish in the face department because people almost never commented on my looks in any way growing up (except for being teased in middle school for having bad teeth, which I got fixed in high school). I always assumed truly beautiful girls are told all the time how beautiful they are - and

I worked at Applebee's for almost three years in my hometown of about 22,000 people. I was working full time as a hostess and the to-go server, and was also working full time in our local junior high school in a classroom for troubled kids. I'd get to the school at 7:00 in the morning, work until 3:30, go home, change

I worked on the line at a Greek restaurant for a while. It was family owned, which meant that a couple had started it years ago, and their kids currently ran it. There was a lot of family drama because A) Greek and B) the parents hadn't decided which kids would inherit the restaurant. One of the brothers was a

Yes, this so many times over. . . My first 'real' job out of college was at a very small marketing company with something like 20-25 employees. The company founders made mad bank and specifically hired recent college grads from the south/midwest to move to DC to get paid a pittance (only in the south/midwest, that

I haven't yet had a story I feel was worth submitting, but after a year at an Atlanta Bread Company (think Panera but the food is actually pretty good) I've collected a few smaller stories.

When I was around 8, I performed my first and only successful April Fool's Day prank which involved fooling all of my friends into thinking I was getting a pony. My MOM even played along, which really sealed the deal, and I had everyone totally convinced. I was a very imaginative child and I made up this whole

White women make 78 cents on white men's dollar, but it's a lot more complicated when we consider racial disparities and their relation to gender both interracially and intra-racially. This table (and the AAUW article from which it comes) is handy for understanding the 78% figure.

There is a gap when hours are accounted for, but it certainly isn't 78 cents and I wish that tired old statistic would go away in this argument. It makes denying the problems that exist way too easy.

In my case... White trash parents/grandparents and/or simple tastes.

I've really started getting frightened about the political state of our country in the past few months especially. No, I can't draw a straight line from A to B, but I can say, just to name ONE little example, that Ted Cruz has:

So, having worked with families of new babies I find that "men who want kids" are separated into a couple categories:

1. Men who want kids as a reflection of themselves, genetically, but not interested in the raising of human beings or the work of that. i.e. the bodily fluids. This is lots of men. And women

Is there a place I can wager money that, in a couple years, the "purity of my daughters" guy is going to be dealing with two kids who got pregnant at age 15?

I used to struggle with perfectionism until I realized something very important. Perfectionism is inefficient. Inefficiency is imperfect. Perfectionism is not perfect. That pretty much broke the cycle.

It is unlikely that the other kids knew but a strong argument can be made for Ms. Bitters knowing. In a show where weird stuff happens while the public is blissfully unaware, Ms. Bitters was different.

Yeah, this has actually happened to me, but thankfully I wasn't arrested or shit. But I was super pissed and I had to burn things and I didn't want my house to catch fire so the park sounded like a good idea. (The officer was a woman and she was just like "girllll I feel you, just put that fire out and we good".)

Body cameras, body cameras, body cameras. On every officer, recording every minute of their work shift. Clearly, even with increased scrutiny they still feel compelled to make lethal decisions. Only with incontrovertible evidence can we stop this shit. It's time to let them know they are being watched.