Or a “foreigner,” as your parents might think it’s hilarious to put it. Well, first off, congratulations! You’re dating someone, which is a critical first step. The second, equally important step is to continue dating them, and this is where problems arise. Particularly with expats. For one thing, their stay

If you’re a living, breathing twentysomething-year old woman with half a brain, chances are you also watched and were obsessed with Daria on MTV back in the day (sidenote: you know that shit’s out on DVD, right?!?).  Though on the surface, the characters were based on fairly broad stereotypes in

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

I am and always have been really against long distance relationships.  They’re either unbearably torturous or completely pointless, or maybe both.  Sometimes, though, you find yourselves the victims of circumstance, and you just kind of have to deal with it.  But how to deal?  Here are my nuggets of wisdom:

So far, June, for me, has been filled with a lot of torturous waiting for random guys to text me back. As it turns out, this is not a super fun theme for a month to have. Mostly it involves trying to determine whether he’s busy, the text I just

The Patsy Cline radio station on Pandora has been ubiquitous in my room and in my earbuds for the past 2 weeks, at least.  Not only have I since been remarking that this is probably one of the best alone-time and inexpensive activities (and/or accompanying soundtracks to writing!) ever, but

So all of a sudden, either you’ve been broken up with, or you’ve finally mustered up the courage to break up with someone.  If you had any affection for the person to begin with, of course it’s going to be sad, at least a little bit.  By all means, take

The number one telltale sign of being a hipster is denying you’re a hipster.  If that’s true, then that means almost EVERYONE is a hipster– I mean, do you really know anyone who actually declares themselves as such?  Regardless, I’m about to make some pretty broad assumptions about a few

Returning to the single-person scene after a years-long relationship is not unlike being an old gay man, strapping on his rollerskates at The Roxy for very first time and struggling to move forward and stay standing while hot-pants clad studs in tank tops with whistles around their necks fly by.