Topic: Love

What Dating Was Like In The 1930s

What Dating Was Like In The 1930s
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The sexy, carefree roar of the ’20s came to an abrupt whimper when the stock market crashed on October 24th, 1929. Black Tuesday would mark the beginning of the Great Depression which was (spoiler!) incredibly depressing. Any young men and women left in the country ditched their dried up farms to stand in the bread lines and look for work in American cities.

It was a shitty time to be American, and an even shittier time to be a single American woman. So what was dating like in the 1930s? Hold onto your worn-out fedoras as we explore love and life in the Great Depression… More »

Upfront With Mari: How Do You Deal With Being Single?

Upfront With Mari: How Do You Deal With Being Single?

Hey bitches, ready to talk about relationships (or a lack thereof)? This week on Upfront With Mari, our favorite office manager has got some wise words regarding singledom. Reader Sarah, who’s been out of relationships for a while, asked, “How do you deal with being single?”

Luckily, your host Mari has some experience loving her single life and she wants you to have that same feeling of happiness, too. Plus, her (way, way) future plans on where she wants to meet her next romance buddy (hint: it’s not the Internet). More »

Bonus Valentine’s Day Crush: An Open Love Letter to Anthony Bourdain

Bonus Valentine's Day Crush: An Open Love Letter to Anthony Bourdain

Forgive me for being so informal, but you see, my heart has been struck by the arrow of that winged cherub, Cupid, and already I feel a nearness to you, a closeness that invites such intimacy as to call you by your given name. Oh, how I long to call your name into the infinity, Tony, Tony and again, Tony, until the echo of it is but a mere whisper into the darkness that is eternity. More »

I Miss Cigarettes

I Miss Cigarettes

I never really smoked. I certainly don’t now that it’s banned pretty much everyplace in New York. In spite of that, when I smell smoke on someone’s clothing, I find myself almost immediately nostalgic. That man or woman strikes me as a last holdout of a bygone world, bravely flutter-kicking against any currents of change. I feel about them the way I might have felt happening upon someone making horsehoes in 1920. That is to say, I don’t miss cigarettes so much as I miss the culture that went with them. More »

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