January 2011
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If you spoke from your place of truth, what would...
NEWS FLASH: James Dean and I are moving in together.
I am excited about picking out an epic set of white linens, deciding on the exact placement of his gaudy orange espresso machine, and knowing that we will introduce more and more co-creation into our relationship as co-habiters.
But I’m scared, too…
A year ago, I was a duck farmer, duck organizer, duck evaluator, duck liner upper. And I...
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Do You Want To Get Married?
I insulate myself in the guise of “independence,” “autonomy,” “power”, but if I’m being honest, the ship of I-Wanna-Man set sail right around the time I discovered how lovely Barbie looks with Ken (and how sad she looks without him). I mean, I don’t think I would DIE if I couldn’t fool one into marrying me (I hope you are wearing your earmuffs, James Dean). No, no. Certainly, I would continue to...
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How Do You Learn How To Trust?
I discovered another little piece of ugly in me tonight. I am ashamed of this piece. She probably deserves to be drop kicked in the groin. But (alternatively!) here, Piece, take the mic…
One of my lifelong friends got engaged tonight—after eleven years of dating the guy—and I turned my head from the (text message) news with distain. QUICK! Running through all the reasons I just knew it wasn’t...
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Top Hazards of Dating a (Chick) Blogger
1) If you are mean to us, your penis size may just happened find its way onto the Internet
2) Your mistakes are expressed and discussed in real-time not only with friends and family, but potentially every online human being in the world
3) Our make-outs, breakups, and make-ups—with other dudes—are described in unnerving detail
4) People you don’t know will comment on any reason...
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So You're My Soul Mate, Now What?
So yeah, our souls connect or whatev. But it turns out he’s still dude, and I’m still a chick, I’m still a Jodi and he’s still a James Dean. So we’ve got stuff—DAMN-IT!! Thought the whole soul mate thing was going to rescue me from all that WORK shit? No? Oh stop nodding your head, loser. Sooooo I took a short ride in la-la land. We all gotta vay-cay from sanity every now and again… right?
This...
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Do you need an apology from yourself?
I’ve been mentally demanding an apology from M for weeks. My inner anger ball, with angry tenor expects it. I imagine myself plopped on a throne of some sort—golden, bedazzled—and he is kneeling before me. Repeating that he’s sorry. Hands folded in prayer.
Here is another truth about Ms. Dey: I often figure out how I’m feeling by talking through it. This time, the mental A-HA!...