I'm all for the free food, but sometimes a girl needs a treat. And when those times come along (every couple hours, in my mind, although less frequently in reality), my favorite spot is Poste, the uber-swank centerpiece of Hotel Monaco in Chinatown. Read More »
As a gay girl with a liberal arts degree living in Dupont, I'm sure you all will be SHOCKED to hear that I'm a bit of a film snob. But I am! Between my classes on Truffaut in college, my brief gig as an extra, and mycurrentnetflix queue, I am clearly an expert in the subject of all things cinematic. So I hope you all trust me when i say: Mamma Mia is the BEST MOVIE OF ALL TIME. Read More »
I was on a plane the other day, which gave me an excuse to read US Weekly (and the Wall Street Journal! I swear!) Our favorite faux-tabloid featured an interview with Katy Perry which declared her latest single "I Kissed a Girl", to be the Song of Summer. And clearly, I am Offended. Read More »
My first summer in DC was the year the Nationals moved to DC (they used to be the Montreal Expos). Being the oblivious person that I am, I assumed all the baseball hats with "W"s on them were somehow supporting our President, and I was SO confused -- I thought DC was supposed to be a pretty progressive place!
Think Progress posted about this a few days ago, but in case you missed it, I wanted to draw everyone's attention to the fact that the uber-left and the uber-right have finally agreed on something: McDonalds is EVIL! Read More »
1. Looking up from a fascinating lunch conversation to realize that I was sitting across from Amanda Marcotte, and then awkwardly expressing my girl crush
2. GIANT COOKIES!
3. Keith Ellison talking about twisty lightbulbs
4. 20 new facebook friends! (I mean... er... NETWORKING!)
5. My supersweet new totebag, and the "I *heart* pro-choice boys" ... and "I *heart* pro-choice girls" pins I got to go on it
I am a coffee junkie. It came on slowly: I made it all the way through college and two stressful jobs without picking up the habit, but once I moved to Italy it was all over. I started out just eating the foam off of my morning cappuccino, but by the time I moved back to America I was an addict. Read More »
Where some people get their warm fuzzies on Sunday morning from God, I get mine from Champagne Brunch. (Also, aside from some unfortunate incidents with overcooked bacon, I generally get to avoid the fire and brimstone.) Dupont is my usual haunt, partially because I’m too lazy to go anywhere else, and partially because there are at least 5 decent brunch places in my immediate vicinity.
First, someone stole my copy of the Economist from my front step. Now, given the grief I got from my mother when I asked for a subscription as a Christmas present (“The Economist? Really, Lizzie? What are you, a Republican now?), I was RAWTHER put out to discover my copy gone. No market analysis! No clever British puns! No ads for jobs paying annually roughly what I expect to earn in my lifetime! And most importantly, no little white box on the cover with my name printed in it, a justification that I am The Kind Of Person Who Reads The Economist. Instead, some OTHER policy nerd was wandering DC, reading MY news.
I spent the day glaring at everyone I saw with a copy open. I suspected everyone, and spent an inordinate amount of time in the metro edging close to people, trying to see the cover of their magazine. I never found the thief, although I did get a few scathing glances when I got too close and one offer for a date. (Sorry sir, it’s not you…. it’s your magazine.) By the end of the day, trudging home, I realized the curse of a place where even the thieves are nerds.
And then in yoga that evening, my instructor made a joke about a “wide stance.”
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