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I'm a writer of aricles, poems & songs. Here's some cool stuff I wrote.
A weak labor market already has left half of young college graduates either jobless or underemployed in positions that don’t fully use their skills and knowledge.
Young adults with bachelor’s degrees are increasingly scraping by in lower-wage jobs – waiter or waitress, bartender, retail clerk or receptionist, for example – and that’s confounding their hopes a degree would pay off despite higher tuition and mounting student loans. -
We need to be talking about this.
My BFF’s ex-girlfriend is a certified psychologist in the state of new york, and last year was living in Brooklyn. She is also an awesome person.
So, last year, she was working FOUR JOBS, two as a contractor doing actual clinical work, one doing some kind of administrative role and the last job was A PART TIME NANNY. She had 3 roommates, and was still scraping by in new york city as a woman with a fucking PHd. Why? Because she had hundreds of thousands of dollars in private student loans, on top of the living expenses incurred when living in the 5 boroughs.
If this woman with a doctorate in the health care industry was suffering, think of how people with associates degrees, BA’s & BS’s are doing?
My bff has a MS in social work and is a therapist for a living, and even SHE is scraping by in Philadelphia.
Something’s gotta change.
I love this picture.
This was one of the most difficult days I had leading up to a performance so far in my career as an entertainer. I barely managed to organize the show with the help of the people who ran the theater. We had a few acts, including bands, musicians and circus performers. Although I had spent the past couple of weeks/months pimping the hell out of the concert, attendance was very low.
The crowd was small because there was championship college basketball happening that night, and in Louisville that’s like saying they’re giving out free cars at the dealership. It was also was like, Easter weekend.
A good friend of mine who was one of the performers got all diva on me and acted like they weren’t going to perform, and then when he did perform the audio was all fucked up. The person running the audio was a sweet guy, but things just weren’t working out that day.
My Mcee was a Drag Queen who’s shtick was to insult people in the audience. The people who did come HATED it. Then, mid-show, the drag queen left in a huff about how there wasn’t anyone in the audience (After some people left because she’d pissed them off), so I took over Mcee duties although I was going to be performing.
I worked a full shift at the restaurant I worked for that morning, so I’d been up since like 6am, and I was filled with anxiety, so I didn’t really eat right that day, either. Not to mention that I’d broken up with the
mistake guitar player about 3 or 4 months ago. He was displaying all the behaviors that led to me breaking up with him. He was totally acting like a selfish, tortured artist and a complete jerk. Not just to me, to everyone he interacted with. For some reason I thought it was my responsiblity to clean up his emotional messes.
All of that bundled up into me being pretty pissed by the time we started our set.
I gave one of the best performances of my LIFE. I owned that stage, and the audience was mine. The band was on their top game, save the guitar player. I’m not just saying that because we broke up, he just wasn’t a great guitar player.
I was dressed really sexy in this kinda transparent nightgown thing I bought at a 2nd hand shop for 2 dollars, and a hand-made apron. I gave the apron away to this REALLY hot girl who’s number I didn’t get because after the show I was too busy trying to not have a nervous breakdown. Unfortunately, nobody recorded it. There is this picture, and a few others which really capture the feel of the show. I took all that frustration, disappointment and anger and transformed it into the best goddamn rock show I could give.
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awesome-everyday replied to your post: Just realized I was out of Ramen noodles and LEGIT…Shit, gurl. I have a really terrible story about my microwave breaking last night that’ll make your ramen story sound awesome.I WANT TO HEAR THIS!
Okay, it’s really sad. You asked for it.
I’ve moved back home because it’s the right thing for me to do right now, financially. A couple of moves ago, I had this $89 microwave but I sold it to a roommate because I was moving into an apartment with a microwave already in it, and wanted less shit to move/hated that microwave, etc.
So I moved out of microwave apartment in with my mom, who had another microwave I bought.
This particular microwave has a history. When I was around 6 or 7 years old, I bought a book called, “Kids cook microwave,” with my allowance from the sale counter at the bookstore for maybe a dollar. It had all these awesome recipes that were perfect for children to make on their own. I already wanted a microwave (I wanted a lot of practical things as a child. A microwave, a computer with a printer… weird) but the book made it seem even more desirable.
I was also a Girl Scout at that age. I was really good at selling girl scout cookies. So I sold a BUNCH of girl scout cookies one year, and told my mom I wanted to spend the money I’d earned on a microwave. And I did.
We went to the appliance store, and my mom made the sales guy talk to me, and let me make all the decisions on which microwave to buy with the hundreds of dollars I had earned in girl scout cookie money. I bought a nice General Electric Microwave which was pretty top of the line for 1988 or whenever.
I made stuff from the book I’d bought with the microwave I’d bought! AWESOME! There’s even a recipe which I still make sometimes, Microwaved Apple Crisp! It’s so good, and really easy. Just cut up some apples, and put them in the bottom of a bowl. In another bowl, mix up some oatmeal, sugar, butter, a little bit of flour and pumpkin pie spice. Clump it on top of the apples. Microwave it for like 5 minutes, and you’ve got apple crisp! Awesome with ice cream.
When I moved out for the first time, my mom wouldn’t let me take that microwave because it was sentimental to her. It actually pissed me off that she wouldn’t let me take it because I bought the damn thing with my money.
Anyway, for over twenty years until last night, that microwave made lots of microwave dinners and pizzas in boxes. It defrosted chicken breasts and frozen hamburger meat. It fed me many meals that helped me grow into a healthy (and lazy) adult. It heated my water for tea. That microwave survived over twenty years of botched meals, burned popcorn and nasty frozen food.
And last night, the plug overheated and a piece of it got stuck in the wall. It won’t power back on. No more microwave bought with my girl scout cookie money. No more microwaved apple crisp.
Rest In Peace microwave, manufactured by GE.
Time for a true and embarrassing story about online dating!
I have an OkCupid profile, and for a while I was actively using it trying to secure a date. I recently got a message out of the blue from some dude who seems actually kind of normal! I got to talking to Marianna about it, because we talk about that sort of thing. In talking about New Dude I told her an OKC story which I will now tell all of you.
Well, I’d been looking at men and ladies on OKC (I’ve discussed my Bisexuality here before) and weeding through the trenches of out-of-focus webcam pictures and usernames like ChilBro4U. Needless to say I wasn’t having much luck.
I have met a total of two people from Okcupid. The first guy I met for dinner. He was a sweet undergrad who was so nervous he made our water glasses do that thing from Jurassic Park. The second was a smokin’ hot guy from out of town who I actually made out with on the first date. That’s really unusual for me. I was also stoned like a motherfucker (lol!), he was drunk and we met at a bar that doesn’t serve food. How romantic! Neither of these delightful meetups resulted in a second date.
None of the women I talked to on OKC ever wanted to meet up. Well, sometimes they did, but only under two conditions.
- I was already good friends with them and had no romantic interest in them, which was often slightly awkward for me, “Oh hi Bev, yup still single. You too? Yeah! I am going to that party… alone. See ya there! :-)”
- They were currently in a relationship with a man. No, woman! I do not want to go on an interview to be the fuck toy of you and your boyfriend. Ugh.
Now that I’ve gotten all those stories out of the way; time for the embarrassing story! I can’t remember if I messaged this guy first or if he messaged me. Anyway, somewhere in the line of communication he asks if I have a tumblr.
My initial thought of course is, “Holy shit, this is AWESOME.” I write him back and say yeah. I think I even gave him my tumblr’s URL.
He said, ”You follow me, and reply to my posts.” I cringed a little bit. I don’t worry about people reading my tumblr. This is me. NoBigDeal.com, dude! I do however, frequently make all kinds of silly, not-flirty, not-at-all-good-first-impression, replies to people’s posts! I could have replied with ANY NUMBER OF TOTALLY SILLY VERBAL SHITS TO THIS DUDE.
So I thought back. OH FUCK. I did follow this guy. And I had recently replied to one of his posts. Possibly the day before?
He’d recently posted something from the perspective of a cat making up words that only applied to cats. The post I replied to was about Nipple Hair. Because, you know, cats have hair around their nipples. Because they’re cats.
My reply was something along the lines of, “I TOTALLY HAVE THAT.”
Now I’m chatting with this fella on an online dating website. ”I totally have nipple hair,” is not among my best cold openers.
We chatted more about tumblr, and eventually he followed me back. Anyway, the moral of this story is that I gained a follower and he’s a cool dude!