Stephanie Klein's Greek Tragedy

oscartini’s and cry babies

I have plenty to post, but you’re gonna have to wait for it. I need to collect myself, defrizz, hydrate, and sit with the thoughts. I need sleep. We all screamed and wept like little girls when Sandy…

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high low holidays

Shopping drunk in a Marshalls was my high point. I’ll admit it; my step wasn’t the sturdiest, and when I faltered—wiggling out of my winter coat, dumping it into my cart—I thought, Total ‘let’s watch the hidden camera footage’ moment.…

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oops is the best part: what’s your holitude?

It’s that time of year when I want to change my ringtone from Default to Deck The Halls, or, more accurately, to my favorite holiday song of all-time (sorry Santa Baby): Silver Bells.  It’s the season of holiday party invites,…

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are you happy?

I have a word document on my desktop titled, "Thanksgiving."  It doesn’t list all the things for which I’m thankful, though maybe it should.  Maybe Thanksgiving is the time of year for resolutions.  When we give thanks, even listing…

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truest stages of rejection

It’s the worst when you allow yourself to get excited. You begin to plan a future wrapped around this one hope. It’s really happening! And then, someone takes a furry turd and smears it on your corduroys. And dammit,…

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mind snacks: obsession or passion?

In high school it was school itself. Homework, studying for the SATs, building up a list of community service. It’s where all my energy went. You know, aside from being boy crazy and signing off with love each night…

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may I just say: a list of life observances

I so love the gay man. I need to adopt some here in Austin. I’m actually being set up on a fag hag date. I don’t know if there’s anyone more fun. I need more Austin lady friends who…

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bikram yoga: why don’t I sweat?

Photo I took at MOMA, NY I thought it would feel like a sauna, breathing in a dry sweet heat. It didn’t. Hot yoga, or bikram yoga, was more like walking into a toasty warm cabin on a snow…

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private benjamin moments

At Island Burgers & Shakes: "Yes, I’d like a side of cottage cheese with some celery please. Oh, and then kill me." It was a rock bottom moment. A lot of people speak about bottoming out, getting to that…

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when you’re in the mood: clothes a la mode

  I’m sure it’s a Mars and Venus in the Bedroom thing (Yes, I’ve read this book). Or written in some 1001 Ways To Be Romantic book: a tip for men, to help them understand woman. Something like,…

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