The Love Adventure: Past Sell-By Date
What does falling in love feel like? I don’t remember. I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about the compromises people make for companionship.
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We Need Witnesses. We Are Witness.
I received a call from an old college friend. It went the way you’d expect such calls to go. A lot shrieking, plenty of laughs, some quiet introspection and a lot more “I am so happy to be talking to you.” I really am. This is more than nostalgia. We…
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An Edited Lifestory
IdeaSmith is a persona, a story I tell. It’s not fake. But it’s presented with bits taken from my life that suit that narrative. An edit.
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BOOK REVIEW: Turtles All The Way Down – John Green
John Green books place teenagers in horrific situations (cancer, accidents, abuse). Still ‘Turtles all the way down’ is a different kind of monster.
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Can A Feminist Be Fashion Forward?
I just bought a bunch of clothes and for the first time in weeks, I’m feeling really good. I’m trying to focus on that rather than the guilt of knowing that this was stress-shopping. I’m not a shopaholic or a spendthrift. An occasional binge like this always causes me some…
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Survival Blinkers
When science & facts fail to prove causality, one must turn to belief for survival. Maybe there is no such thing as causality but it helps me cope.
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The Curd Rice Chronicles
Forget about being nice. Just stay curd rice. ~O~O~O~ Curd rice on the streets. Mor mollagai in the sheets. ~O~O~O~ Kadipatta must be sent to jail for showing up in curd rice. ~O~O~O~ My balanced diet of curd rice, workaholism, wine and male tears. ~O~O~O~ It’s not over until curd…
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My #MeToo Check
#MeToo has just broken out. I’m doing a check on all the ways this describes me. Yes, Me Too.
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Style 101: Alter You
Alter who you think you are. Who is that? Find out and your skin will fit.
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Spring-Cleaning For The Soul
I’m surrounded by question marks, in the shape of expensive gifts from you. I’ve discarded the funny, the cheesy, the lighthearted lines like you’ve done our laughs. But what about the Parisian box of songs? La vie en rose may as well be a life of thorns. I don’t like…
