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Misconceptions and Considerations: Dearly Beloved H2O
A Tale of a Nalgene I’ve been without my Nalgene for eleven days now, and I’m a pitiful case without it. Anyone who has ever seen me—like, on a bus or at school or in a RESTAURANT (it’s rather embarrassing to realize I’ve walked into an establishment that serves food and drink, and I…
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Men Vs. Women II
It has been brought to my attention that there could be a fourth reason why men would not want to read a blog about relationship advice written by a woman (more specifically, by me), and that could be this: The advice is stupid. “Make it rain”? Really, Jenny—make it rain? Not “fix…
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Men Vs Women
The Blogging Conundrum Answer me this. Recently, one of my friends found a blog by this guy who answers women’s questions about relationships and how to score a man and all of that. And his blog went viral—like thousands of women flocked to it. Now, being a blogger who doesn’t experience quite as much traffic…
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Christmas: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
I have no blog because the only thing I’ve done since school ended last Tuesday is eat holiday fudge and write poems worthy of AA. Nothing says Merry Christmas like a poem about denial! So I’ll spare you my list of bah-humbugs because most of them are dumb, and some of them are just embarrassing, like…
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The Seinfeld of Blogs
Do you know what it feels like to wake up and think, “Wow, I have wasted hours of my life and have nothing to show for it”? Perhaps anyone who has frequent access to the internet or manages a facebook account (or is reading this blog) can attest to watching the hands of a clock…
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Oh Captain, My Captain!
(Please, just call me Ma’am) I’m officially a Captain now: Captain Currier. It sounds like a cross between a Star Trek character and a brand of cereal, and I prefer my students to call me Ma’am. Teaching is fun, in that crazy, I-haven’t-slept-in-four-days-and-where-did-my-red-pen-go? kind of way. Teaching at a military school definitely has its perks,…
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Palm Reading and Hocus Pocus
I ought to write about my visit with Ketut Liyer. I went to Bali before I came back to America, and I admit, a large part of my decision stemmed from Liz Gilbert’s (surprise, surprise, Ms. I entitle my blog “Read, Play, Write” as a play on “Eat, Pray, Love”) story about the future-predicting Ketut…
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50 Shades of Grey: the literary libido killer.
I admit I did it. I fell prey to the craze and wandered into the bookstore to pick up a copy of 50 Shades of Grey. I waited as long as I could before making the purchase because I did not want to financially support the enterprise, but alas, I was in need of an…
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Gone Commando
My blogging silence must end for three very important reasons: The bane of my existence (i.e. my thesis) is completed, submitted, and approved, and I have been ceremoniously acknowledged as a graduating Master of Dartmouth College! Cheers, mutha f[edited]s! I need to do something more productive than watch marathons of How I Met Your Mother,…