This week on The Bachelorette: Emily Has a Daughter, we’re all going to LON-DON TOWWWN! Cheers, mate! Hope you have a jolly good time, then! Eat some fish and chips and go put your trainers in the boot of your lorrie, yeah!
Quote of the night, from Real Housewife Ryan, as he revels over how romantic London is: What an unbelievable backdrop for her to continue a relationship with me.
This guy. I mean…there are just no words.Read More
Last night on The Bachelorette: The crew “scooted” to Bermuda, Parent Expert Doug made me puke again, Head Trauma Charlie cried a bunch, some guy we’ve never seen before got dumped during dinner in a cave, and I could totally win a million dollars from my Bachelor-watching predictions (related: Real Housewife Ryan is a total douchecanoe)!Read More
That lady went on to be a judge, I bet, or maybe a super successful internet marketer, and everyone who knew her back then probably still passes around a photo of her from that video at least once a year to all her coworkers and new family members and just-friended friends on Facebook. And she’s probably like, “No, guuuuyyyssss! That was the styyyle back then! It was coooool! I was in a ROCK VIDEO because of it!” and everyone else is like, “OMG LOOK AT YOUR WEIRO HAIR THAT EVEN CAMEO DIDN’T WANT NEAR HIS RED PLASTIC JOCK CUP, LADY.”Read More
Last night’s episode was an intense exploration of what it means to suffer through some uncomfortable conversations about being a father and what it means to everyone in the whole goddamn world. It opened up with Emily’s mom bringing Emily breakfast in bed in what looks to be like one of the most amazing bed/bedrooms in the world. I paused it to see what kind of food the most perfect woman in the universe likes to break her fast with, and it looks like green grapes, wheat crackers, cheddar cheese, deli turkey slices, hummus, and a bread/muffin-like thing with coffee.
And that, my friends, is why I feel I missed my calling as an crackerjack investigative reporter.Read More
Last night’s episode of The Bachelorette: Emily Has a Daughter opened up with a crackerjack “news story” on Charleston local Emily and “rumors” that the new season of The Bachelorette was filming in Charleston so Emily could be close to her daughter. This, of course, came as a shock to everyone watching, since WE HAD ALL KNOWN THIS FOR MONTHS. Great reporting, Channel 9.Read More
To get you up to speed on some Bachelor History and ready for the new season of The Bachelor, Season 22: Arie Is Old, I'll be posting Bachelor Monday recaps of the first Bachelor season that Arie Luyendyk Jr. subjected America to his kissing style: The Bachelorette, Season 8: Emily Has a Daughter! (It was also the first Bachelor season I ever recapped! #tears). You can also now follow along with the retro-season by watching Season 8 on ABC online!
Please share with all of your Bachelor-watching friends! Especially because if I have to see "Who's the eff is Arie?!" one. more. time. on my #TheBachelor Twitter feeds, I'm gonna half'ta poison someone's Flat Tummy Tea.Read More
For this week’s Friday Flashback, we’re flashing back to one of the most beloved Halloween movies for the Xenial generation: 1986's The Worst Witch!Read More
...because I haven’t gotten married or died yet and thus haven’t gotten to have an amazing slideshow of my most adorable baby and childhood moments, so I get to make up for it by doing stuff like this.Read More
What’s up, babes! I haven’t posted on here since June.
You maybe even thought I died.
Spoiler: I didn’t! I’m still living.Read More
So I’m 36 now. And to celebrate This New Age, I thought I’d make a lil’ list.
Because, you know, it’s my birthday, and it’s also my blog, which means I can pretty much do whatever the hell I want.Read More
I’ve actually been sitting on this for a looooong time…first, because I was taking a break from doing (and writing about) online dating, and second, (as you’ll hear in this episode of Pizza Rainbow!) with very few exceptions, I struggle with the moral implications of publishing someone’s online dating identity.
But this is one of those very rare exceptions when I don’t have any qualms on putting a guy on blast.
In fact, I’m practically doing a public service.Read More
But somewhere along the way this past year, I learned that my life does not have to be a teaching hospital in Seattle, where fresh-faced residents get to work out their painful personal histories and navigate the tricky road of angsty romantic relationships while I’m trying to perform a goddamn surgery on yet another patient who was caught up in a catastrophic natural disaster on their way to the Fisherman’s Market.Read More
...in 2015, I’m done with expending my time and energy on friendships that don’t extend mutual energy back. This is not something I say lightly: I’m kind of the type who will hold on to our Facebook friendship long after we’ve stopped talking because I want to believe that leaving that door open will be worth it down the line. And you know what? I’m going to stop doing that. Forgiveness is awesome, but I also feel like keeping those doors open expends a lot of energy that I’d rather save for friends who care about how their actions affect others. Friendship isn’t always a booze cruise (or, depending on your experiences with booze cruises, maybe it is?) but when it gives you more Bad Feels than good, maybe it’s time to get off that fucking boat.Read More
This past weekend I spent two glorious days getting a jumpstart on my annual New Year’s tradition: Decluttering All The Things + making new goals for the upcoming year.
You know how they say that you should figure out A) what it is that you’d be happy doing for days, and then B) find someone to pay you for it?
Somebody, please pay me to declutter all the things.
And pay me to watch reality TV.
Also, pretty please pay me to talk about myself and make out with boys and put on a record of Whitney Houston’s greatest hits right before the office is locked for a big meeting so that the set crew full of boys has to listen to the record in its entirely while they work.Read More
This is that moment when I officially and formally apologize to Eric Malmberg, who tried to point this out to me years ago and was repaid for it by me getting suuuuuper mad at him.
Eric Malmberg, you were right, I was wrong. Congratulations, you did it. Great job, Malmberg, on being right for once.Read More
I’m gonna do this, you guys. You wanna know why? Because I’ve already wasted this much time and energy talking to him, and while in any other circumstance I would happily tell a guy like this to go fuck himself, I want to see, with thine own eyes, what a guy like this looks and acts like.Read More
Sometimes just hearing someone say that they don’t do things the way everyone else claims things need to be done just gives you so much…freedom. Like a big deep exhale of it. It immediately resounded with me, and led me to finally admit that, yeah, actually…while I crave a certain sort of structure, having to stick to the same routine each day makes me feel trapped. Claustrophobic. So eager to break out that I furiously rebel. It’s the very reason why I was notorious for skipping class (and work…sorry, former-boss-turned-now-forever-friend Keri ;), and it’s the reason why I still choose to work at home (and on my own stuff) and only accept opportunities that will allow me to retain a sense of autonomy.Read More
The way I kind of wanted to work this whole #IamtheOne thing was to write about the Very Damn Essential, and then take you guys through the day-to-day “journey” (I can never say “journey” now without immediately thinking about The Bachelor, which is horrible but also awesome…it’s JUAN-UARY, everybody!). And then it would all just be a matter of letting you sit back and watch how my life is changing in totally miraculous and amazing ways!
But it didn’t really work like that.
At least, not yet.Read More
I had friends from Minneapolis who were up at their cabin for the holiday weekend, and we were meeting that morning for brunch. I slipped on a pair of skinny black jeans, cuffed them quickly, then donned a black shirt and a light black sweater. Slipping on my sandals, I threw my hair up into a ponytail and then bounded down the stairs to unlock my bike. The morning was cool and cloudy and everything that I could ever want in a Sunday morning, just on the cusp of fall. I love fall so much. It’s so easy to forget in the haze of summer sunshine, but leaves and lakes and boots and jackets and bonfires…it’s what I come here for, over and over again. An endless loop of fall in the Northwoods. Riding my bike past my old place, I smiled a little as I remembered that this was the day, two years ago, that Katy and I went to River’s Edge for River Jam and I ran into the boy who would define that early fall for me…and pretty much my new adult dating existence, if I’m honest about it. He was beautiful and smart and a great, great kisser and he had a lot of potential. And I really wanted him, but it was the first time in a long while that I let my feelings shield and protect me, instead of tossing them to the wind to see what might come back. And I am really glad for that. The lesson I was meant to learn with him is that potential doesn’t mean shit, quite frankly, and it was time to be done with boys who were super cute but just a lot of talk, and who, at the end of the day, don’t really make you feel all that great about yourself.Read More