This piece also appeared in The Huffington Post.
A month ago, I woke up feeling peaceful for the first time in months. I’m 29, I had just closed on my first apartment, and I was leaving a five-year relationship that, despite my dogged hopes of marriage, had become a stew pot of resentment and anger. While […]
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If you’re looking for something a bit more titillating than the usual fare (e.g. law, back problems, excessive sugar consumption) check out an article I wrote for this week’s Page Six magazine. It’s about New York women who practice polyamory (no, it’s not an exotic new kind of yoga). I doubt I’ll ever delve into […]
If so, uh, thanks guys … I think.
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It’s an idyllic Saturday afternoon and I’m sprawled on a wicker chaise in Westchester, having tagged along with a friend on house-sitting detail. It’s easy to get nostalgic for an actual house — a foreign novelty after months spent condensing your existence into a New York-scaled diorama. We shrink and compartmentalize to fit inside apartment […]
“Codependent” is a funny word. We use it as an insult, tossing it out to mean neediness, instability, clingy desperation and other forms of “pathetic” behavior. “I had to dump her. She was driving me nuts — wanted to hang out all the time, see me every night, talk about everything in our lives — […]
“Hey, M!” Boyfriend calls from the shower. “I’m out of soap!”
“Why don’t you just use mine?” I yell back through a mouthful of Mini Wheats.
“That’s not soap. It’s that gel stuff.”
“Oh right, and your manly pheromones will be damaged beyond repair if you subject them to my Peach Wisteria shower gel.”
“I just need soap. […]
“So what are you and Boyfriend doing for Valentine’s Day?” K asks in that wonderfully expectant way women have of talking about a holiday constructed around commercially-cultivated links between love and expensive jewelry. Swallowing a gulp of ginger ale (the arctic temperatures and unrestrained germ explosions turning every vodka tonic into a possible bubonic plague), […]
Today I’ll be guest writing a column for Salon. It’s a daily rundown of women’s issues in the media, with a few twists and opinions thrown in the mix. To check it out, go here (if you aren’t a Salon member, you’ll have to watch a short ad to get a free day pass - […]
“So tell us about your boyfriend. How did you two meet?”
I’m sitting by a tepid river at Singapore’s only “American Style” microbrewery. Around me perch four American women, all of whom are happy to start their late-afternoons with some solid drinking. Around us, men in the universal business casual uniform - tailored black or […]
Bless you, Michael Noer, author of the journalistic gem “Don’t Marry Career Women” (originally removed from the Forbes website in an obvious mea culpa but then reposted with a female rebuttal), for saving my relationship. Here I was second-guessing my decision to quit my six-figure job, fretting and fussing over whether my darling boyfriend […]
