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“I will not touch my friends’ tits” and other New Year vows
Posted on December 31, 2013 5 Comments
This year, I rang in the New Year at a pub called Pour House (probably some sort of a sign). I took a weekend class on Tarentino, built a bar out of snow and saw a friend nearly break his neck expressing himself on ecstasy some Sunday afternoon. I saw Swedish House Mafia from 100 stories up at […]
Is there wi-fi in heaven?
Posted on December 27, 2013 Leave a Comment
I wonder if my mom had made it if I’d ever let her read my blog. Sure, my entire extended family reads it (thank you, Facebook) but there’s something about me grappling with my own sexuality and temperament that says she wouldn’t approve (or at least be fairly itchy). I’m not sure I would’ve wanted her to know I […]
I used to make videos of my friends drinking in parking lots
Posted on December 20, 2013 Leave a Comment
I almost used this platform to post a video produced in January of 2009 complete with Comic Sans, Sum 41 and Smirnoff Ice. Instead, I went with a more recent project that actually means something to me (aw, feelings). Cheers to public debauchery, flipping each other off and (somehow) never getting arrested. Special shout-out to my […]
My friend made art with my feet
Posted on December 13, 2013 Leave a Comment
Check out this killer digital collage print my girlfriend made out of my old MRIs and X-Rays. Who knew something worthwhile would come from jumping feet-first into a three-foot pool, underage drinking a handle of Svedka and spending senior year of high school in a wheelchair. Click here to see more insides of people/crazy good art/her pretty face.
A letter from my mother to my mother at age thirteen
Posted on December 13, 2013 Leave a Comment
“Luv ya, myself” gets me every time (and I have no idea who Rita is).
“One pubic hair is stronger than the Brooklyn Bridge” and other things I heard this weekend
Posted on December 12, 2013 2 Comments
Sunday night, my childhood friend-turned-college friend-turned-forever friend and I rode the subway home from a weekend spent keeping up with college. Revisiting our old stomping grounds and senior friends coming up on their last semesters, we were met by rain, snow and shame as everyone around us celebrated some semi-formal/the last full weekend before finals. […]
A letter to my 18-year-old self
Posted on December 6, 2013 3 Comments
Originally published by IonianNews.com on December 5, 2012. One year and one day later, these life lessons still strongly apply (although I’d also suggest wearing flats to senior formal). Dear Meaghan, Mazel tov, high school is over. Somehow you managed to make it four long years in gray man-pants and itchy knee socks. Congratulations, you survived […]
Face to face with Ground Zero
Posted on November 27, 2013 3 Comments
Amidst the papers, the photos, the holiday themed snow globes and a lone Hilary Duff caricature, my childhood home left behind a bevy of sentimental offerings when the second of my two parents passed away. From birthday cards and divorce papers to love notes — handwritten on computer paper from one parent to another, not a stone was left uncovered […]
Live and let hoard
Posted on November 24, 2013 3 Comments
Yesterday, a handful of friends and I came face to face with a dozen donuts, two pizzas and a two-story house that was no longer mine. Somewhere in between the initial assessment and Sarah unintentionally rummaging around in the ashes of my dead cat, we came to terms with my mother’s incessant hoarding. From decade-old […]
In defense of thighs that touch
Posted on November 22, 2013 2 Comments
A good friend once asked, on the 90 degree side-streets of a spring break in San Juan, why my legs chaff. I stopped walking, mostly to let my thighs gasp for air, but also to bite back, “because I am appropriately proportioned and a moderate size.” On more than one occasion during that six-day shit […]
Meaghan McGoldrick 