What’s in a name? A LOT.

I want a champion. Blame it on being hormonal and watching “Eat Pray Love” for the 256th time this weekend.  I don’t want a man, I want a champion. Ugh. It saddens me to say that I’m a cliché now. I worked damn hard at becoming an independent badass. I’ve spent the last few weeks really …

I need a superhero bustier…form of a box of wine and a pail of water!

I am a woman of many talents. Consuming copious amounts of red wine without getting a hangover. Injuring myself in my sleep. Raising one eyebrow at a time. Finding the one gay guy to flirt with at a party. Detecting a morsel of onion in any food. Identifying Swedish people by their appearance. But my …

I deserve the Nobel Peace Prize

For some reason, people tend to look at you funny when you mention that you’ve paid for sex. I mean, really. It was one time. Even Hugh Grant did that, and he’s very funny. Sure I could justify it as creating source material for a blog idea four years into the future when I’ve run …

I don’t fear dating; maybe I just fear slutty shoes

I had an Aha! moment this weekend, while cleaning out the umpteen shoe boxes buried under ¾” of dust under my bed. I don’t mean A-ha, like “Take on Me”, which was a totally awesome music video, even though I was listening to my 80s playlist at the time. If you now have that song …