My family members do not always understand me. I feel like a foreign exchange student in their homes – I’m most definitely welcome, but damn it, I’m strange. My accent is funny. I don’t eat pasta daily. I don’t have several gallons of sauce sitting in my freezer, in the event that we might have…
I love New York. I’ve visited enough times that the magic, really, should have worn off by now. I’ve gotten horribly lost on the subway (I once ended up in Queens), watched someone rip off my cab after I ran half a block to hail it, and had the girl at Zabar’s Cafe let my…
Life is not convenient. You are most likely not shocked by this revelation, right? I mean, you probably suspected that life wasn’t meant to be convenient from a very early age. Like when you were curled up in bed during winter break, all snug and cozy, and you realize that you desperately have to pee.…
I’m home for a little while, enjoying what’s left of the Seattle summer (it was late to arrive – let’s hope it will be late to leave, too). After days on the road, it’s fantastic to have access to my entire closet, a fridge full of food, and that lovely group of vagabonds, drop-outs, and…
I’m getting a little too comfortable with San Francisco. We go so often – probably a half-dozen times a year or so, that I’ve started feeling like I take it for granted. That city has an astounding amount of beauty and quirkiness (and just plain weirdness) to offer, but I’ve grown so used to it,…
I feel sorry for people who have normal friends. I’m sure befriending normal people has its merits. It must be nice to go out to a restaurant without having to apologize to the family next to you for what transpires at your table. And having someone dependable who can pick you up from the airport…
I’d like to think that I’m pretty up-to-speed on important, world-changing events. I read reddit daily. I’m following the situation in Libya. I heard about the passing of Jack Layton, leader of Canada’s Official Opposition party (though in all honesty, up until this week I had no idea who he was). I’m even somewhat aware…
I’m not done talking about ice cream. I know, I know – you think I’d have gotten it out of my system after the thousand odd words I dedicated to it last week, right? But you’d also probably presume that at some point, I’d also have gotten tired of eating all these sweets, much less…
The last few weeks have been a bit of a whirlwind. I haven’t had much time to think, very little time to post, and hardly any time to look around and appreciate the world around me. Which is a shame, because it is quite a delightful world. So while I take a minute to enjoy…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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