How Do We Define Our Loved Ones?
Image: Illustrator Kyle Wilson drew all his friends on Facebook, giving himself 30-60 seconds for each portrait.
In Love With City Life
On Sunday, I trekked to the fancy neighborhood of Brentwood for a baby shower of a family friend. I was initially opposed to going, but realized that being hard-nosed about a joyous celebration was bordering on rude. It turned out to be a fine afternoon. The party took place in a lovely, manicured home, and the gracious hosts served a delicious Chinese chicken salad and lavender cupcakes. As I returned to my car, well fed and well versed in tummy time, I imagined all the denizens in the surrounding streets as attractive with perfect spouses and bountiful family lives. And my world, by comparison, seemed a little gray. The feeling of envy lingered for hours. But by next morning, I came to my senses, and kissed my sweet urban, single life smack on the mouth.
Kicking Up a Storm on Capitol Hill
I spent the day out of my comfort zone in Sacramento testifying in front of the State Assembly, amid a sea of lobbyists in button-down suits. Huge experience, resulting in an 11-3 win!!
Image: Navid Nuur
Are You a Wallflower?
The part of being single that always confounds me is that I’ve always had loads of dates and lovers. Just never one that I wanted to marry. This comic book cover is Wallflower from Girls’ Love Stories #150 (via sequential crush). Read the story recap here.
Birthday Pause
Enjoying my birthday. Back tomorrow.
Image: Birthday, 1915, by Marc Chagall
Does Being Single Weigh You Down?
For those who follow this site, you know I don’t like wallowing in the muck. (Well, maybe sometimes.) But today, I want to hear from YOU about the heavy lifting part of being single. Please be honest. What do you dislike the most? And if it’s all good, share that, too.
Image: Once Upon a Wall, by Aakash Nihalani
Party of One
This past Saturday and Sunday, two sets of gracious friends had dinner parties, to which I was invited. It’s lovely to be asked over for home-cooked meals, and I accepted happily. What I didn’t know in advance was that the guest list would be made up entirely of couples, except for me. I’m not saying that had I known about the demographics, I would’ve refused. But it gets tiring two evenings in a row. It takes work to remember that people probably aren’t looking at me with pity, thinking that I’m separate, different, alone. Each night, I returned home well fed. But I was happy to crawl into bed with an adoring dog.
Image via Cool Hunter
How To Make Art With Breakfast
Image: Just a Moment Now, 1973, Ed Ruscha. Egg yolk and ketchup on canvas.
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