This story is gross and upsetting and I have long been embarrassed about it. I could have sworn that I wrote a post about the incident, but searching “Chris” and “gross” didn’t produce any results.
Even now, many years later, I feel uncomfortable typing the words. But the story is timely and in sharing it, maybe I can help someone feel less alone while they consider their own #MeToo moments.
I was young and broke and living in NYC. My first job after college graduation paid just $25,000* and my rent was $950 per month. If I’d had any common sense at all at twenty-two years old, I would have realized that living alone wasn’t a viable option. But I was stubborn and wanted to feel independent, even as I accepted subsidies from my parents.
Recognizing that I was locked into a year-long lease, my mother didn’t give me too much grief when I called home crying poverty. But she did suggest I get a second job for some hours outside of my 9-5 gig.
*At some point, I will write many blog posts about the importance of negotiation and the many mistakes I made in this realm before waking up.
It’s only early December. If you’re a normal person – aka not me – you haven’t started stressing about making plans for New Year’s Eve.
But if you’re a weirdo like me, you want to lock it in. You don’t want to be left out, without something fun to do. Or maybe you just want to resist temptation to do nothing but watch New Year’s Rockin’ Eve from the comfort of your couch.
This is how I spent last New Year’s Eve with friends. Pretty swank, eh?
We had a dedicated server who made sure we always had cocktails and food from the various stations AND a butler–who was so young and handsome; I probably complimented him a bit too much, poor guy. Continue reading →
Nitehawk is a wonderful theater in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Excellent food and cocktails in addition to interesting movies. It’s my favorite place to see a movie these days.
We went to see Spotlight, described by IMDB as “the true story of how the Boston Globe uncovered the massive scandal of child molestation and cover-up within the local Catholic Archdiocese, shaking the entire Catholic Church to its core.”
While the subject matter is heavy, heartbreaking stuff, the film finds lighter moments by illustrating the camaraderie among journalists. And the cast, including Rachel McAdams, Michael Keaton, Mark Ruffalo and dreamy Liev Schreiber, is excellent – I’ll be shocked if the film doesn’t get a lot of love during award season.
The lack of diversity among American presidents is appalling.
There has never been a President of Italian descent, or a President who publicly identified as gay or transgender. We have never had a Jewish President, a female President, a Native American President or an Asian-American President. Every single President has been Christian and just one has been Catholic.
My friend Cherylanne‘s seven year old was stunned to realize that every single American President has been male.
Tucker (7) while choosing a President to write about for his school report: “Mom! They’re all men? Seriously?!”
ALERT WARNING ALERT: Spoilers from the last episode of “Serial” below. STOP NOW if you don’t want to know how it ends.
Here’s my Journalism 101 question about “Serial“: If Sarah Koenig had done the exact same reporting without anyone seeing it, and she took what she found to NPR — or most any other publication — would they have published the story?
She didn’t find enough doubt to spring Adnan Syed. She didn’t find enough evidence against the mysterious Jay, or anyone else, to reopen the case of the murder of Hae Min Lee. She said what she believes — “most of the time, I think he didn’t do it” — but in the end, she had to shrug her shoulders.
At most publications, including the ones I’ve worked for, I think most people would’ve stuck her notes in a drawer and moved on.