Stephanie Klein's Greek Tragedy

wrecking balls + other psychos

Once upon an engaged life ago, I worked in an office with a beautiful, funny woman, who was, without question, a fucking psycho. But, man was she entertaining. And I liked how neurotic she was. In Moose I changed her…

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advice: when friendship becomes endship

QUESTION FROM A GREEK TRAGEDY READER [Let's call her Natalie]: I've been a long time reader (since you first were featured in The New York Times) and really could use your advice. Several years ago I introduced a work…

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recent (indecent) facebook chat

Facebook chat with my Greek Tragedy Friends greektragedy: how was/is vacay?! I'm still egregiously jealous newbestfriend: I'm thinking of you bc I just got the rhea and am checked outta my hotel room. Going to…

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(gr)attitude

I am not pre-menstrual, but I've been crying at movie previews, on a stationary bike, and in the lobby of the J. The movie previews thing is normal, but I don't ordinarily cry on bicycles, never mind mount…

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jo artsy goes commando

I’m doing some writing at Jo’s Coffee again. When you’re a guest of Jo’s you have choices. Not just soy, skim, foam on the side, but there's seating to consider. You can sit facing the parking lot, or…

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riding in cars with girls who talk like boys

I just left a message on one of my best friend's work voicemails, saying the actual letters OMG. Not, Oh My God, but "OMG, I'm having a Legally Blonde moment and want to squeal! I also want to curse.…

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free for all thoughts

Already today I've cleaned my closet, cleared my bedside table, and organized the bathroom vanity. I took my allergy pill and a few others. Flax seeded it up. Mixed a shot of espresso with protein powder, and measured, yes, 8…

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not quite a key party: the adult sleepover

Pieces of the night are still coming to me. I remember asking you if I should make another cucumber saketini, to which you responded, "Hell, yeah." Bad, bad move. I remember cracking eggs, and saying, "Phil's going to kill me when he…

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being out-niced by your neighbors, yet again

We were out-niced again. That's what comes with living in Austin: Southern Hospitality. And it extends beyond a well-appointed powder room fit with Neiman Marcus hand soaps. It's beyond handwritten notes on social stationery. Miniature black bottom cheesecakes wrapped in…

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dry humping nashville

"Cherry vodka, sprite, splash of grenadine, now guess." My new friend Brandy (the classy way to spell it) wanted me to guess the name of the drink she and her friends had created. "You'll never guess," she said. And…

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