Notes from my journal: Honest thoughts

I try to write down my honest thoughts. I leave my notebooks open on the kitchen counter all the time, and every once in a while, a house guest will steal a pilfering look. Sometimes this makes for interesting conversations. I have a horrible memory, so I try to record
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Free and for sale: A date with me

I’ve been told it’s commonplace to lie when you’re looking for a date online — it’s almost expected that you stretch the truth in some way: exaggerate your height, downplay your age or affect an affinity for film noir. So when I went to UC Berkeley’s “Free & For Sale”
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Waiting to inhale: Smoking at Berkeley

“Breathe.” So a seemingly infinite number of banners across the UC Berkeley campus commands, in clean, modern lettering. A symbol of a deadly cigarette is struck out against a backdrop of blue and gold — the color scheme reminding the onlooker that the banner’s effort ought to be a community
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Tales of Thanksgivings past

If Tolstoy were American, he might have written instead in “Anna Karenina”: “All happy Thanksgivings are alike. Each unhappy Thanksgiving is unhappy in its own way.” Thanksgiving can be good; it can be a time of love and gratefulness — but Thanksgiving is simultaneously the fodder for too many bad
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Between our waistlines and our bras

At the age of 15, we got into the habit of pulling up our shirts above our bellybuttons but beneath the thin underwire of our bras to analyze the pale lumps of our stomachs in the bathroom mirrors. “You’re so skinny,” my friends would whine; yet our gazes both remained
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