by Maria Melee
on February 22, 2010
in Playing House
Laurin Evans and I have a friendly dispute going on over who started stalking who first. We’ve settled on the conclusion that she read my blog first and I sent the first email. She lives about two miles away from me, which is awesome. I mean, how often to you stumble on a random bloggy friend who happens to live in the same zip code?
Since Laurin’s a recovering lawyer and is in general far more stylish and savvy than I am, she has all sorts of professional lady contacts in the city. She started bringing me along to some networking event type things. They ended up being surprisingly fun. Possibly because of wine. Also because I get to stand up and introduce myself as, “Hi, I have a blog. Also I write for a website called Aiming Low. No—not Amy Lo—Aiming Low. Like, Aiming…Low. Yes. Yeah. It’s funny? Um, basically it’s about how we suck. Please hire me to write your marketing copy!”
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by Maria Melee
on February 18, 2010
in Pop Culture
While the Summer Olympics have gymnasts (oh my God, their arms) and scantily-clad runners, the Winter Olympics have flair. The Winter Olympics have figure skating—and figure skating is the most theatrical sport on the planet. To be precise, figure skating is awesome.
In 1992, I spent an entire week sitting on the floor in front of my parents’ TV watching the Winter Olympics. I was 12-years-old, and I loved figure skater Paul Wylie. My newfound hormones left me in a weepy, ridiculously flushed state every time he skated. Seriously, when he skated to a song from Jesus Christ Superstar and I nearly exploded into a ball of dorky fangirlish love.
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