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Tag Archives: chicago
What I Learned from Blogshop
Posted in Reviews, Social Media
Tagged angela kohler, blogging, blogshop, chicago, coastal glasses, denim shirt, derek cardigan, design, design love fest, fashion, gap, gif, i heart blogshop, photoshop, scarves.net, smashbox, social media, style, western shirt
Every Single Man in America, According to Their Match.com Profiles
Body: Athletic and toned
Likes: Working out 5 – 6 times per week, Crossfit, volunteering with various organizations, serving on the board of charities, clubbing.
Recently read: Law/finance textbook, Forbes, GQ.
Interested in: Intelligent, funny, down-to-earth girl with family values and an average body.
Posted in Humor
Tagged chicago, dating, humor, match.com, online dating, satire, single life, writing
A Romantic Equation
If Saturday = Date Night
and
Saturday = One Group Mind show
then
Date Night = One Group Mind show
Check it out for yourself this Saturday (and a whole lot to follow) at Studio Be. BYOB, $10, two teams performing long form improv. Oh, and your favorite blog-writing ginger. (That better be me, damn it.)
Posted in Personal
Tagged a little bit ginger, chicago, comedy, hu, humor, improv, one group mind, sinbad's been bad
Ways the Chicago Transit Authority Has Ruined My Life
The scent of urine is everywhere. Walk onto any car of any CTA train and tell me what you smell. 99% of the time it’s going to be someone else’s pee. (The other one percent is generally their body odor or booze.)
I can’t wear outside clothes in my house. Maybe it’s because I live in a less-than-fabulous studio apartment with a day bed that also serves as uncomfortable sofa, but I refuse to sit on said furniture in any item of clothing that has touched a CTA seat, wall, or door frame without subsequent washing. I don’t need you to tell me when and if germs die upon transferring from one inanimate object to another item of clothing – I don’t want that shit where I sleep.
Glistening. My grandmother always said ladies don’t sweat. She clearly did not use public transportation in 90+ degree weather. I don’t know why I bother putting makeup on in the morning.
General humiliation. We were all so excited (a term I use loosely) about the upgrade of CTA stations. Elevators? Escalators? Digital clocks and train statuses? Marble sidewalks? How aesthetically pleasing! You know what isn’t aesthetically pleasing? The bruise on my ass from falling on said sidewalk in the rain.
Missed connections. You may know of my love affair with Craigslist and its Missed Connections. They are without a doubt the greatest piece of literature that the digital age has brought us:
Sexy redhead waiting for the bus – m4w (Northside)
You were waiting on the bus on the north side. I was the black guy in the black car. We exchanged glances and smiles. I should have pulled over to talk to you. Please respond with the streeet [sic] we were on so i [sic] know its you.
Redhead on the Brown Line – m4w – (Merch Mart -> north)
You boarded at Merchandise Mart, with red hair and purplish pink fingernails and headphones, on the brown line around 5:15pm headed away from the city. We stood close and exchanged semi-glances until I had to depart. I had on a light blue collared shirt. Would enjoy having a conversion and more eye contact in a non-crowded transport…send me a message.
It’s love! It’s lust! It’s entertainment! It’s never you or anyone you know. (It is pure coincidence that the two CTA-related posts today involve gingers.)
Posted in Humor
Tagged bus, chicago, chicago transit authority, craigslist, germophobia, germs, humor, missed connections, public transportation, subway
Deal Breakers and Shit Lists: the Public Transportation Edition
Stand in front of the door while I – and a mass of rush hour commuters – are trying to get off. It’s rude on elevators and it’s just obnoxious when I haven’t had enough morning caffeine yet.
Eat a meal on the El or bus. Beyond the obvious smells and sounds that come with you eating something in a confined public space, eating on the El or bus causes me great concern for your health. You realize someone has urinated on the seat you now use as a table, right?
Conduct a private conversation (lovers’ quarrel) while sitting next to, across from, or down the aisle from me. I’m very sorry for the loss of trust you had for that cheating bastard but at least pick a place to fight that doesn’t involve so much background noise. Eavesdropping isn’t the same if I can’t hear his side, too.
Posted in Humor
Tagged chicago, humor, lifestyle, public transportation, urban culture, writing
