Damn I love brunch in Toronto. More
Some women — maybe not you, but some women — feel as though in every situation, it is the man’s job to ask out the woman. Other women will adamantly insist that they believe in gender equality, but behind the veil of several mimosas will admit that they would, in practice, never dream of asking someone out, whether because they once read “The Rules” or because they lack the balls. More
Sometimes I worry that as women, we are losing our hard-won ability to be passive-aggressive. When was the last time, for instance, a friend was angry at you for months, and only let her feelings slip out in tiny, ineffectual backhanded compliments over brunch? More
We’ve all consumed, I think it’s safe to say, our fair share of mimosas and Bloody Marys at brunches ’round the country. And isn’t it nice to know that as you get progressively more and more hammered from 11am on, someone two time zones over is doing just the same thing? More
I mean, seemingly yes. There are some places I go where I don’t expect to see men. My pilates class. The manicurist’s. The yogurt aisle of the grocery store. That’s because I know all men are inflexible nail biters who … More
Sometimes, when I wake up in the morning and my fiance is all, “let me make you pancakes!”*, I’m like, “well, who designed them?” And honestly, it’s very rare that he says anyone other than Trader Joe’s, and I’m sorry but I can’t be seen eating pancakes from a grocery store. Gross.
*That never happens.
Gawker was right – brunch is over. The meal, which is an excuse for people to drink before noon and for restaurants to overcharge for breakfast foods, is now so ubiquitous that Burger King wants in. The fast food chain … More