Rand has to be the grown-up most of the time. This is largely my fault. Last night he was trying to come up with dinner ideas and I suggested raw cookie dough (note: I didn’t suggest it as the main dish. I’m not totally irresponsible. I just suggested it as a side, instead of vegetables).…
I liked it. A lot. More than I thought I would. I get ideas about cities. I know, I know – that’s wrong. You shouldn’t formulate an opinion about a place before you’ve even visited. My favorite show right now is called Scrotal Recall. That revelation alone means that I should know better than to…
Setting: Austin, Texas. The two of us are walking downtown. We are drunk on doughnuts. Everything is making us laugh. ————— Act I. Rand: Well, that’s just ridiculous. They obviously meant ‘Parking.’ Not ‘Cocktails.’
When I was a junior and senior in high school, I ate fast food nearly every single day for lunch. I can rarely recall an exception to this, because apparently processed fats make the inside of your brain too greasy for memories to stick to them, but I have a sneaking suspicion there were at least…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
by Geraldine DeRuiter
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