The Many Faces Of The Craigslist Roommate
Three years ago I moved to New York City with two suitcases, no money, and a month-long sublet with a burlesque dancer named Cherry Bomb.
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Arikia is a Brooklyn-based web journalist. When her writer's block is in remission, she writes things about ... 
Why We #Hashtag
In a media and cultural environment fueled by the one-off, the hashmark functions as a kind of communal claim to public space. We are already constantly presenting ourselves to the world around us: we are beings of the brand, the public profile, the brief bio and a network of intertwining links.
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Daly studies Race, Space + Visual Culture at NYU’s Gallatin school. She is a member of MAKESHIFT COLLECTIVE, for ... 
Your Recently Divorced Father Has A Night Out In Leavenworth, KS
I sock Dan in the face and wonder if he’ll have already drafted a title for an article on the sad state of modern masculinity by the time I order my beer. The answer is yes, that wormy prick. Can’t wait to read about it on the High School Reunion Boards. Note to self: troll said boards when you get home.
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Alan Hanson is a writer in Los Angeles, CA. His most impressive skill is how quickly he can move through ... 
That Time I Took The County Clerical Exam
The lady I sat next to told me she had never used a Scantron; she’d never even seen one until that moment. I watched her flip the paper over and over as she examined it like some strange alien artifact.
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Alex is a professional writer and freelance video editor based in Baltimore, Maryland. He occasionally moonlights as ... 
My Love Letter To The Smiths
I became one of those people who was so profoundly touched by a band’s music. Their lyrics mirrored my feelings exactly and when they were layered upon those jangly guitars, I was in heaven. Although I remained in the closet for a few more years, I was unabashedly in love with The Smiths.
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