Worth mentioning today that my parents were going through a terrible divorce during my Bar Mitzvah & I learned a choreographed dance to help ease the pain loll
One of my first jobs was as a camp counselor and on the second day of camp this 10 year old girl walked up to me and said, “you’re trying too hard.” I think about this all the time.
My wife and I escaped NYC right before quar to our country home and we’re here to tell you that NYC is dead. We’re both architects and grew up in TriBeCa, although right now we’re mostly brewing “kombucha” (sp?) Please find link to our in-depth piece in the NYTimes below:
When I watch someone's instagram story 16 seconds after they post it, I am 14 years old, a fan, should be jailed. When I watch a story 23 full hours after the post it, I am a pilot who has been flying overseas and doesn't even know what "instagram" (sp?) is...
When I use lower case letters in a text I feel young, alive, exuberant, gen z, leaving my trailer of Euphoria etc. When I use upper case letters, I am the oppressor, aggressive, needy, leaving my trailer of Chernobyl etc.
hi! - I like u
Hiiiii - I love u
hey - I hate u
hello. - I’ve murdered someone
Hello - emailing my cousin
hi mama - you’re my mom
hey sis - you’re my sister or gay
When I make a salad dressing from scratch, I am Mother Earth, in Tuscany, bathing in the rain, my Italian lover whisks me away for the weekend, I wear linen, I am truly free etc.
@ Maggie Gyllenhaal, what are you doing for Thanksgiving? I’m in park slope & alone. Not very confident we’d hit it off at all but could be fun? I’m steps from the food coop. I’m a Leo. DM me luv xx
If someone were to have told me when I was younger that in 2020 I’d be a gay, single comedian quarantined in my apartment during a health crisis listening to Jessica Simpson’s audiobook, I would have said: “fuck really????”
I love New York! The pulse runs through every borough! Astoria, Brooklyn, other places etc. I throw my hair in a messy bun, take a drop in class at my local studio and just say FUCK IT. This is My City My Rules.
On this cold December day, I can’t help but think about the time I saw Dianne Wiest in a Pret a Manger (!) and asked her for a pic (!) and she said no because “it get’s too complicated”...(!)