It's already summer in the City, so last night I was off to a cocktail party in my new little black dress and a pair of kicky heels. Naturally this must mean I want attention from creeps and strangers, yes? Well here you go ( Read more... )

It's that time of year again... the Caribbean Day Parade. It's the only time of year racist shit happens to me in my neighborhood. This year did not fail ( Read more... )

It's midnight. I have just emerged from the train station in my neighborhood and am walking to my apartment when I notice a young man pass a woman on the sidewalk, then turn around to follow her and make *ahem* "complimentary" remarks to her backside. I stop, pause my iPod and remove my earbuds just to make sure I'm hearing and seeing everything ( Read more... )

So. There's a woman I work with whose office is in Long Island--we've never met in person, but always had great fun on the phone or email. We finally met up for tapas and joined her friends for drinks the first weekend of this month. Good times. HOWEVER, among her friends was this creepy guy, simultaneously her ex-fiance, long time friend of ( Read more... )

I forgot to post about this last Wednesday ( Read more... )

Yesterday was my first time sitting in an investment meeting. Naturally, I was stoked. Since I have zero to say about investment decisions (I just regulate, yo), I thought to sit on the outskirts of the room rather than at the table. Another woman--the only other woman in the room--did the same, as she heads Client Services. In hindsight, we ( Read more... )

I didn't post about my Inauguration Ball because I've been having a Hopegasm ever since the big O took office (come on! how can I NOT make that joke?!). Rest assured, I had a great time. JT was in town with his fella Chris, and a fellow Southern expatriate was throwing a party that involved fire acts, a person in a weather balloon, body paint ( ( Read more... )

Hypothesis: The majority of menstruating women in NYC are on the same cycle, give or take a few days ( Read more... )

This is a sort of Dear Abby issue... You see, one of my co-workers, and--until a few months ago--a dear friend of mine, sits at the desk in front of me at work. She works in a part-time/consultant capacity, so is only in the office 5 to 10 days a month, for 4 or 5 hour stints. Even before she went off the corporate grid, her work wardrobe was ( Read more... )

In my last (pre-break up) neighborhood, there were four or five Latin music stores competing with one another. All were a block or less away. I passed them all on my way to and from the train station I used most often. Sometimes I didn't mind the cacaphony. Sometimes I could pick something out of the mix and I enjoyed it. But my favorite was ( Read more... )