Memories from years ago

The Hot Girl Game is Best Played with Women You Trust. (A Bad Feminist Story.)

“Dan, do you want to play the hot girl game?”

Valarie is one of my oldest Chicago friends and she is coy with sly winks, and surprise happy shouts you come to expect. This mirth is tempered by the…

Reasons I Don’t Use the Word Feminist Out Loud

Growing up an early Millennial all my female friends would say, “I’m not a feminist.”

This would follow a string of feminist beliefs they did hold. And I’d say, “Yeah. I’m for all that.” And they’d explain, they didn’t like the…

I am addicted to rock climbing and I hate every minute of it.

For years, I’d poo-pooed rock climbing.

Why wouldn’t I go running instead?

Now that I’ve tried it… I know… running would be way healthier and more efficient. (Swimmers are giving me the, “If you really want a…