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From the Archives- These posts have been resurrected from and surfaced as the best of my posts on NonSociety.

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I think I’m getting close to a moment of truth here.

A certain girl friend of mine has told me on many occasions that if I dressed more conservatively (turtlenecks, pants), I could sleep around without getting a reputation.

Facts:

I don’t sleep with a lot of men (J was the only guy I slept with since June). I don’t even fool around. Actually, I rarely go on dates.

I like to dress sexy, which frequently includes cleavage and high heels, etc.

Conclusion people draw:

I am a slut.

So, we can see here that perception is everything. When I wrote an article for Time Out New York on the “best” [read more...]

PS.

One of the biggest difficulties I’ve had in my own “personal branding” is that I really, really like being seen as attractive.

I rarely felt pretty (or popular) growing up, and so, in my twenties, when I figured out HOW to look attractive (emphasizing my best physical qualities, learning about fashion, makeup, wonderbras, how to pose to flatter my best angle, etc etc), I just … got addicted.

There’s a rush that comes from feeling beautiful, period, but it’s something that women don’t frequently talk about outright.  I think it’s because it brings up too many of our insecurities.  Or, [read more...]



An Open Letter to Graydon Carter.

Dear Graydon,

First, let’s just get this out of the way: I love your restaurant. I like the clubby atmosphere, I like that the maître d’ knows my name, I like how it makes me feel more important than other people when I go there, and yeah, I’m a fan of the $55 mac&cheese.

I also love your editor’s letters. I like how, every single month for the past seven years, I can count on you to spend at least 8 ‘grafs (but sometimes up to 20!!) chastising, castigating, and generally [read more...]



Ben [the Peace Corps volunteer I dated in college] took this photo of me, out to dinner one night in a village deep in the heart of Ecuador.

From the diary I kept that summer, written by hand …

Saturday, June 29, 2002
4 am

I have to admit I’ve found myself thinking of Ben fairly often. I suppose I just have an overwhelming respect, if not for the goals he’s achieving (because frankly, the impact one person can make in this sort of situation is probably, let’s be realistic, minimal – even Ben says that), for the [read more...]

Ex Batting Averages

I believe – well – at least this is true for me, in any case – that you can love your exes without wanting to be back together again.

Someone emailed me the other day about Dan, my high school boyfriend, asking if I still had feelings for him. Um … yes – I love him very much!  But I haven’t had romantic feelings for him in years. I mean, we started dating a DECADE ago! Of course, he is my precious friend … but could I ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER date him again? Absolutely not. He’s like family [read more...]

Off to brunch with my college roommate downtown!

She’s a kindred spirit (Green Gables alert!)
I sent her this email on May 3, 2003

Dear [redacted],

I don’t tell you this nearly enough, but you are absolutely one of the best friends I have ever had—and no doubt, my best friend at Georgetown. You may not realize how much I appreciate you—in fact, I’m sure you don’t, and that’s mainly my fault. I know I must be a handful to deal with, and probably more so with you than anyone else – it sounds odd, but that’s probably the biggest compliment I could give you.  what I mean [read more...]

From the archives

Warning: this is completely unedited, and pretty intense. From my diary, junior year in college.

Monday, February 17, 2003, 2:13 am

there are so many things running through my head right now that I almost can’t write. Maybe I’ll list instead.

My recurrent lateness (never stopped) and connecting new panic over schoolwork / not turning in papers (also never stopped, but worse than usual)

My recurrent bulimia (not again…). It started up again after I got down to 125. I was so happy with my size that when I fell off my diet, I started throwing up again. Now I’m up to almost [read more...]

What do YOU think?

We’re no longer in the 80s, where women are trying to be men.  But we’re still hard up for great female role models who showcase the TRUE dimensions of the modern woman’s personality.  Women tend to be filed away into neat little categories: either you’re a sex object on the cover of Maxim, or you’re a brain stuffed away into the sexless, glamour-less environment of a university or lab, or you’re the nonthreatening empathic girlfriend (a la Oprah) whom you trust because there’s just no way she could steal your man.
 
Real women aren’t so rigidly defined – and real women [read more...]

I tried.

You know that horrible feeling you get when you read Vogue? Like everyone else’s life is FUCKING PERFECT and god, you must be SUCH A LOSER because you just don’t have it together, wearing $5,000 dresses while graduating from Columbia and attending fabulous Wintour-attended balls and juggling adoring blue-blood husbands while playing tennis and writing witty best selling novels or spearheading the construction of massive hotels in cities around the world or just having perfect red hair, like (not in order) Plum Sykes and Jessica Joffe and Mariana Rust and Ivanka Trump??

Well, that’s how I feel, at least.

I’m [read more...]

A Look Back on 2007 – Part 1

I’ve kept a diary since I was 14 years old, and every New Years I write an exceedingly long and self-reflective entry on that year’s events – what I’ve learned, how I’ve grown, the mistakes I’ve made, the mistakes I vow never to make again, etc.

Here’s the entry I wrote, exactly one year ago today. Talk about dealing with a different set of problems ;)

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Thursday, December 28, 2006
9:05 pm (London time)
en route to Capetown, South Africa

I’m crammed into seat 40K on an 11 hour British Airways flight from London to Capetown … [read more...]