Tag: The New Yorker
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Apparently, I Turned Into White Trash This Month
While you all were spending the past month raving on about the latest things, like The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt or how fun it is to zing someone with the saying “Sorry…not sorry!”, I was slowly, inexplicably turning into white trash. I know not the origins of this transformation; I only know that I haven’t been this mortified since I led a bus…
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Need To Go The F#@k To Sleep? Let Me Help.
One night several weeks ago, I had a brutal time getting to sleep. I wasn’t anxious about anything (at least consciously), I was actually tired, hadn’t had any caffeine late in the day, and there was no ambient noise disturbing me. It was reminiscent of my youth when I watched something wholly inappropriate for my age, like Jaws or…