GUINEA PIG OF LOVE EXPERIMENT #4: MIND ARCHITECT
JULY 17, 2012
BY JULIA ALLISON
I’m in a twelve-year-old powder blue strapless floor-length tulle prom dress, screaming out of the sunroof a stretch limo with an enthusiastic but somewhat perplexed man in a gray tuxedo with matching blue cummerbund. It is not your conventional first date, but I’m not your conventional girl.
Why prom? Oh, hell, who knows? Why do some people love bowling, and others enjoy ant farms? Why do some people appreciate opera and others get off on NASCAR? Whatever makes you happy! [read more...]
The daily schedule at the yoga ashram I will be attending starting this Sunday, through May 26th.
If this won’t kick my nocturnal habits, nothing will!
As a young girl I was taken to church every Sunday, but at the age of 11, after much thought and extensive “Are you there God, it’s me, Julia. God? GOD? SERIOUSLY ARE YOU THERE?!?!” diary ruminations, I determined definitively there was no God, and the whole religion thing was bullshit. My father declared it “a stage,” but I remained an insistent, sometimes belligerent atheist for the next 15 years.
I used to make that the punchline to my jokes about my religious beliefs – or lack thereof – as if, “HA! How could something I feel so deeply and [read more...]