Not that long ago, I wrote a post for this very website which chronicled my experience as a sun-kissed, burrito-fed Californian living for three years in NYC. Soft of heart and fake blonder of hair, I bemoaned New York’s frigid winters, sleazy one-upping “networkers,” and lack of publicly-placed recycling bins.
Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not.
Hapa SF, tucked all the way in the back of the Eat Real festival, had $5 burritos. Well, they had $5 half-burritos available. They also had a small bowl of chicken adobo for $5 and seven pieces of lumpia for $5. I stood on the sidelines and watched what everyone
Over the past few years I’ve watched as San Francisco has been pulled out from under us and sold to the highest bidder. And I’m fed up and heartbroken. San Francisco is for everyone, not just the wealthy elite, and this is why I’ve decided to run for mayor....
When you’re trying to figure your life out and workin’ hard and struggling to Rise to the Top and all of that good stuff, things can get a little… desperate. So desperate, in fact, that you might feel the need to seek out some spiritual guidance. No, no, no. I
Listen, I’m a simple girl with simple needs. As long as I can scour my local Salvation Army for ill-fitting ethnic print dresses and eat a burrito at least once a week, I am pretty much satisfied. But lately, times have gotten tough. This girl is horribly underemployed, and my–
So I finally got my shit together and answered a whole bunch of questions that you, my dear readers, sent in through Facebook and Twitter. The responses are in this video below.
In honor of the upcoming Valentine’s Day, let’s talk about love. The happiness, the longing gazes, the tender moments shared. And sometimes: the drama, the emotional rollercoaster ride, the letdowns. Almost everyone has been in an intense relationship with someone who is Simply Not Good For Them, including myself. Except,