True Story: My Mom Died When I Was 19

Апр 05
2010
This is one of many interviews that make up the True Life series, in which we learn about amazing, intriguing people and the things that they’ve experienced. This is the story of Tyler, whose mom died of ovarian cancer while Tyler was a sophomore in college. Read the rest of this entry »

How to Create An Amazing Group of Friends

Мар 16
2010
May I wax immodest for a moment and tell you that I have an amazing group of friends? Really. I count some of the funniest, smartest, most accomplished, most amazing people in the land as my nearest and dearest. How lucky am I, right?

Making friends as an adult can be a tricky business, can’t it? You see a cool girl in the bookshop, wearing a concert t-shirt from your favorite band and perusing the hiiii-larious new David Sedaris book. How do you talk to her without her thinking you’re trying to pick her up? And how do you ask your super funny, single (male) co-worker to go rock climbing without prefacing the whole thing with «butivegotaboyfriendihopeyouknow!»

How’s about we work out step-by-step instructions for The Cultivation and Maintenance Of A Fulfilling and Fun Social Circle?

Consider What You Want In A Friend
I, personally, want friends that inspire me in some form. Maybe they do great things at their job as an inner city social worker (Hi, Tara!). Perhaps they’re impressively zen, balanced and non-judgemental (I’m looking at you, Kathryn and Meghan). Or they might just make me laugh so hard I choke on my Diet Coke (Darcie/Tamara/Winona/Ashley/Emily/Steph). Regardless, they all bring something to the table that I gladly gobble up.

So have a good think about the things that are important to you and what you’d like more of in your life. Do you need someone who will kick your ass (metaphorically, of course) when you don’t follow up on that job lead? Do you want a friend who will joyfully trade parenting war stories with you? Or a girl that will join you when you want to dance on top of the bar? All good friends to have!

Go Do Stuff
I’m sure this will come as a huge surprise to you, but you won’t actually make new friends sitting at home by yourself, dressing your cat in vests. You have to go out and meet people! It’s not unlike dating, guys. Put yourself in situations that are likely to present interesting, like-minded people. Volunteer. Go to the rock climbing wall. Take a community ed class. Join a church or temple if you’re religious.

Places I’ve met friends? A party hosted by my ex-boyfriend’s co-worker. Italy. A bachelorette party. An internet message board. The gene pool of my ex-boyfriend.

Take Some Initiative
Okay, so now you’ve met someone awesome. Make it happen, dude. Find them of facebook and friend them. Tell them you had a great time discussing obscure Russian artists with them. Invite them to something that you know would interest them. What’s the worst that could happen?

As a side note: when I meet someone I want to befriend, I have zero qualms about announcing to them «You’re awesome. We’re going to friends now, I hope you know.» You’d be amazed how effective this is!

Awesome People Beget More Awesome People
If you’ve got one awesome friend, chances are pretty good that she knows other awesome people. I picked up Laura at a Halloween party (we bonded over mini butterfingers and our shared desire to conquer the world) and recently met her fantastic friend Elizabeth at a valentines-making party. Elizabeth and I are now knee-deep in plans for manicures and margaritas. Operation New Friendship accomplished!

Make Things Happen
Having an active social life doesn’t just happen. We’re all busy folks with jobs and families and classes and that bacon isn’t going to eat itself! We all fall off the social wagon from time and time and before you know it, you haven’t been to a party or gotten a non-telemarketer phone call in ages. It’s easy to get a bit paranoid, wonder what you’re missing and convince yourself that your friends aren’t that into you. Don’t.

Be the do-er. Get a group together to try that new Korean karaoke joint. Or to go to the races. Throw a miracle berry party. Sociability begets more sociability.

Make Your Friendships A Priority
Not unlike long-term romantic relationships, we might take long-term friendships for granted. Make the effort to stay in touch if you’re not in the same city. Remember their birthday. Tell them how much you appreciate them. Cultivate the inside joke.

Hold Up Your End of The Friendship Deal
Pick them up at the airport at 3 am. Help them paint their apartment. Listen to them rail against that awful co-worker. Go with them to the Heidi Montag concert. Tell them when the skirt looks better with a different top. They’d do the same for you. And if they wouldn’t? Maybe they’re not your friend.

Don’t Be Afraid to Toss Out The Bad Eggs
Of course, there are going to be friendships that cease to work. People and circumstances change. Don’t be afraid to objectively evaluate your friendships and consider if they’re still working for you. If you emerge from an interaction with a friend feeling drained, negative or insecure, you know that they’re no good for you. If it’s just one specific behavior that’s getting under your skin, try to (diplomatically, kindly) discuss it with your friend.

And if nothing seems to work? Stop calling. There’s a good chance that that person has been feeling the disconnect as well. If they’re still intent on hanging out, limit it to group interactions or the occasional coffee after which you have a (real or imagined) appointment that limits the interaction to an hour or so.

What’s your friend circle like? How do you meet new people?

Clever Girl

Мар 11
2010

Last week I wrote a post waxing supportive of the most recent Diesel ad campaign. You know the one: it encourages us to live a little and take some risks under (slightly shocking) tag lines like «Smart Has All The Plans. Stupid Has All The Stories.»

Many of you expressed surprise that I would like such an ad campaign, especially since I’m a self-identifying Smarty. A few commenters also made the very valid points that the some of the «stupid» behavior that women were engaging in these ads was sexualized (flashing a security camera, taking a picture of their lady parts) while the men in these ads were doing silly, creative things.

A few readers also made comments that leaning out of car windows and flashing cameras «aren’t things that a smart woman would do.»

All of these responses are really, really interesting to me. As I said in the post itself, the ads appeal to me because I’ve never felt pressured to hide my intelligence under the proverbial bushel, nor have I ever felt ostracized for being bright. I have, however, had my own personal struggles to embrace the more impetuous, less cerebral aspects of life and these ads encourage me to live a little, in a way that registers with me.

So I’d love to hear what you kids think about intelligence. What does ‘intelligence’ even mean?

Is it the ability to learn and retain things quickly? To study and remember things? To put your words into thoughts cohesively? To take an active interest in the world around you?

Once you’re out of school and you’re no longer being graded on material, how do you measure intelligence? How do you know when someone you’re interacting with is intelligent?

And in terms of these ads: do you think that risk-taking and intelligence are mutually exclusive? How does intelligence manifest in someone’s behavior? Surely we all know PhD candidates who can’t balance their bank account or follow a recipe. And I’m sure we all know people who flunked out of school but are leading amazing, successful lives.

What do you think intelligence means? Do you consider yourself to be intelligent? Why?

A Day Done Differently

Мар 04
2010
I don’t know about you guys, but this time of year usually finds me knee deep in a personal rut, whining with malcontent and mowing on processed carbs. An appealing picture, no? Over the past few weeks, I’ve attempted my usual malaise cures (joyful playlists, dressing my cat in a vest, travel) but none of them really cut it.

So in an attempt to well and truly shake myself out of these doldrums, I decided to attempt a day in which I would do every possible thing in a different manner. Really! Every. single. thing. What follows is a dissection of this attempt at A Day Done Differently.

6:00 AM
Usually:
I wake in the dark, to my alarm. I eat peanut butter/banana toast while listening to The Current, reading blogs and fending off my oddly needy cat.
Today: I rearranged my work schedule and attempted to sleep in until the truly decadent hour of 7 am. This mostly consisted of me tossing around around and trying to force myself to sleep in – you’ll go back to sleep and you’ll enjoy it, missy! I then made a daring foray into the breakfast world of scrambled eggs and salsa which normally falls under my ‘gross and slimy’ heading. Not nearly as gross as I remember!

7:30 AM

Usually: I’m at work, dressed in my personal uniform of dark wash skinny jeans/boots/button up shirt/scarf/messy bun.
Today: I was still at home, styling my hair (!) and applying red lipstick (!!) to work with my vintage dress and sweater combo. I wandered into my office at the luxurious hour of 8 am and all my students shrieked at me and told me I looked like an actress. I promptly melted into the floor.

12:00 PM
Usually
: I’m eating a Lean Cuisine in front of the computer during a 40 minute break between classes. Sexy, right?
Today: After switching classes with my colleague, I had an hour and a half to do as my little heart desired. My first proper lunch break in months! So I headed Grand Avenue for boutique browsing, coffee sipping and bagel nibbling. Truly, it was entirely too cold for me to be paddling about in my dress/leggings/sweater combo, but we Minnesotans get so excited once the temperature’s above 40! I felt so.damn.smug being out and about in the middle of the day.

3:30 PM
Usually: I’ve walked home, checked the mail and am 10 minutes into my post-work nap. Yes.
Today: I’m still at work. Wait, what? Eff this whole ‘change’ thing!

6:00 PM
Usually:
I’m eating a Chik’n fillet and some microwaved peas as I read a magazine/check email/attend to the oddly needy cat/put in a load of laundry. Simultaneously.
Today: I braved the aisles of a new and swanky grocery store to hunt down the ingredients to try a new recipe. $12 worth of produce later (never again, Kowalski’s) I started in on a version of coconut milk vichyssoise and a red pepper/papaya/avocado salad. I ate it while doing … nothing.

7:30 PM
Usually:
I’m drinking vodka gimlets with a date. Or meeting friends for dinner. Or working out. Or plotting world domination with various bloggers. Or generally fussing over my apartment and painting/sanding/fancy-fi-ing it.
Today: I wandered over to Garrison Keillor’s very own book store, and spent a good hour paging through obscure collections of poems, Indian cookbooks, books with funny pictures of cats. I resisted the urge to make mental lists of things I should be doing or to worry that my red lipstick was too ostentatious.

We all know that trying new things will help jolt us out of a boring routine, but ever the one to embrace a theme and a challenge, this Day Done Differently worked really well for me. It forced me to examine the ruts that I’d fallen into think about how exactly I could climb out of them. No makeup and jeans? I’ll show you a wiggle dress and red lipstick! Microwaved dinner? I’ll raise you a homemade meal! I like this idea so much I might just make it a monthly routine!

Oh, the irony.

Would you ever partake in A Day Done Differently? What would yours look like?

The Art of Doing

Фев 10
2010

So this time it’s for real, right? That new diet/quitting that job/getting a small business loan/going to art school/breaking up with that hot but assish British guy (I’m look at you, 25 year old self). But then something happens and a valid excuse to avoid your new adventure presents itself. And so we don’t do it. That grand, exciting, scary, life-changing thing we were going to do. Maybe we eat Lean Cuisine at our desks for a few weeks and troll facebook for our next sexual conquest but that’s as far as it gets. How do we make that scary leap from thinking about doing to actually doing? Read the rest of this entry »