Nobody’s perfect. Everybody is a hypocrite. I find myself backpedaling into body-snarking and slut-shaming and when that happens I have to stop and acknowledge it as harmful behavior that’s been indoctrinated by our society.
We’ve now arrived at my chief complaint: the noise you create. What could you possibly be doing that requires you to be this loud outside my East Village apartment?
Personally, I would like to live in a world where people – both men and women – just walked up to each other and said, “Hey, I like you. Do you like me?”
I fell and I fell hard for my first boyfriend. Yet again this was an utter shock to my fact-based nature. I had always told myself I would not become one of those crazy girls who become a victim of emotion and a fool in love.