Whenever I answer “Good, thanks!” to the inevitable “How are you?” question, I cringe. You’re not digging ditches in small Nigerian villages, Amber. You’re not knitting mittens for orphans. THEREFORE YOU ARE NOT DOING GOOD. YOU ARE DOING WELL. BECAUSE THAT IS THE GRAMMATICALLY CORRECT ANSWER TO THE QUESTION. Then I get a firmer grip [...]
My trip to Las Vegas last weekend was a glitter-dusted convergence of all my favorite things: cheese, hilarious people who like to type words on the internets, and accidentally flashing a room full of bloggers because I don’t understand how dresses work, especially dresses from American Apparel. Flashing people isn’t really a notable pastime of [...]
I’m done being okay with dating people who don’t really want to be with me. I’m done being okay with saying “Yes, I’ll have your kid even though you don’t want to marry me.” I’m done being okay when someone takes three years to say they love me. I’m just done being okay with the bullshit. To [...]
Bay to Breakers celebrated its hundredth anniversary yesterday, which honestly confused me until I realized it was probably just a leisurely jog back in 1912. Seems unlikely that the good women of the Edwardian era dressed up like sexy pandas to prance up Hayes Street. Or that the men stripped down to their red flannel [...]
Today is one of those days when something as simple as ordering coffee confuses me. Which does not bode well for the quality of this post, but I have “write blog post” on my to do list and my to do list has magical, mystical powers of doneness, powers I shouldn’t try to thwart. These [...]
Hi. I just did something really scary. I wrote an essay and put a price on it. Basically, this has tapped into every fear I have – about money, about not valuing the work I put out into the world, about my capabilities as a writer, about how to design a goddamn PDF. But I [...]
So I’ll be wearing them more often. SORRY, EVERYONE WITH TASTE. You can’t see the Crocs in this picture and that’s a damn shame. But we clean up nice, right? Even if my sequin quotient is entirely insufficient. This weekend was all epic, all the time. From buying bunny tails to muppet photo bombing to [...]
