Pushing me up hard against the wall of the freight elevator, he leaned into me, his breath warm on my neck. Heat pulsed through me as I felt his hand move up my thigh under my skirt. “Um, I don’t think…” I started to say but he covered my mouth with his hand. So far …
Karate surprised me. As you may recall, I informed Sensei Don at the beginning of the Experiment that I was less interested in the mental aspects of Karate and more interested in the killing people. He was kind enough to tell me some things about the more lethal aspects but also gently guided me back …
Sensei Don said something very interesting to me. It was in response to a question I asked if one could train instinct or if he (and karate philosophy) believe it is inborn. He replied, “About 98% of people are sheep. You put them in a situation where it’s life or death, such as the random …
A friend called me today with an interesting conundrum. Simply put, despite her best efforts, she gets hit on at the gym all the time. Now, before you go off rolling your eyes and muttering about how pretty people need real problems, she brings up an interesting point. As women, we have to walk a …
Hee. You can see up my nose. One of the most rewarding things I do with my time when I’m not tethered to my computer is volunteering through my church as a leader for a group of girls. There are about 30 girls ranging from age 12-18 and we meet Wednesday nights. Generally the girls …
Good people give bad advice all the time. And said advice generally comes in well-intended pithy (and occasionally alliterative!) axioms. The rule of thumb for discerning bad advice: does it fit on a bumper sticker? If yes, then it is too simple to be of much use. Funny? Sure! Worth honking for? Why not! Helpful? …
My friends paid a boy to kiss me. I was sweet sixteen and never been kissed – a fact that I remain unapologetic about to this day – but my friends decided that the best birthday present they could give me would be a soft-lipped hottie to revoke my VL membership. It didn’t quite turn …
The Uncomfortable Telling, Part I“C…c…can I come in? I need to talk.” Crying the ugly cry before Oprah ever coined the term, I stood shivering in the sunlight on his doorstep. There was snow but I wore only a thin green t-shirt and jeans. I couldn’t remember where I’d left my coat and sweater. He …
We should institute a paper-bag mask and trench coat uniform for all would-be pervs. Make them so much easier to spot! Photo Credit. It started with running away. The BackstoryAt nineteen I was sexually assaulted by a boy whom I was dating, hereafter referred to as Very Bad Boyfriend. The physical toll it took on …
In a cage fight between skinny & strong who will win? On the left we have Jaslene Gonzales, winner of America’s Next Top Model, Cycle Whatever. On the right we have an unnamed CrossFit woman. What’s your call? CrossFit chick, hands-down. Maybe in a bar fight and if Jaslene had a broken bottle. And the …
