I keep trying to figure out exactly how to write about all the restaurants we visit in a city. New York seems particularly overwhelming, because every place you look up seems to have a few hundred reviews on Yelp. Everything consequently averages out to about 3 stars. It is, in short, impossible to know where…
In the travel world, certain places have an air of exclusivity. You can’t simply sign up for a tour or call up for a reservation. They are open only to the wealthy and connected. Needless to say, I am neither of those things. So I generally dislike places that are shared secrets among people in…
I am excited. Because recent events may have elevated me from a jobless, slacker owner of a blog, to a jobless, slacker owner of a blog that features guest bloggers. This is sooo going to make me the talk of the unemployment office. As some of you may have seen me mention on the blog,…
I should note, as I usually do at the beginning of a month, how I can’t believe it’s x date already, and that my youth is passing me by faster than I would care to notice, etc, etc. But you don’t want to hear about that, do you? No. Listening to 29-year-olds weep about wasted…
I can’t actually believe I had to write this post. I think that what I’m about to say falls firmly within the bounds of obvious human decency and etiquette. I feel that it’s something everyone one should already know – like how we shouldn’t shake babies nor pick our noses while performing surgery on someone.…
The hubby and I spend a lot of time on planes. Sometimes, it’s only a two- or three-hour flight, which doesn’t seem like that much time wasted. But on other trips we might spend more than half-a-day in transit. Time we won’t get back. Time that he didn’t have to waste in the first place.…
– I was stuck this morning. Absolutely stuck. It’s yet another sunny day in San Francisco, my cold is almost gone, and I’m not letting myself enjoy this crazy city until I get a post up. Ill-advised, perhaps, but also noble. Which just my be my personal motto. Second only to, “If it’s fried, I’ll…
– I could have easily turned this post into a Dick Move!, but that’s pretty much a given when the TSA is involved. It seems there’s no point in even complaining about them any more. Though they supposedly serve the people, they’re not accountable to the people. It puts them on par with the IRS,…
Blerg. This marks day three of being sick, and if the blog’s been a little slow lately, it’s because I’ve been even slower. To add insult to injury, my computer also decided to get sick, and is now at my hubby’s office, undergoing a thorough examination. I hope for a speedy recover for both it…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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