Domestic inadequacy, strange fits of goddess-ness, and visual evidence. Because if I’m going to fail or succeed at being SuperWoman, I’m going to revel in it.
SuperWoman knows that the beginning of January is the time to take stock. Not for soup, but for life. SuperWoman tried to do this on New Year’s Day. She woke up after only five hours of sleep (children don’t care how late you got to bed celebrating), drank tea, went to yoga, read a little [...]
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Want your head to hurt? Spend approximately 59 minutes with TalkMonster and WonderMess. To be fair, Superwoman had it coming. It was a cold Monday, the air holding the scent of winter in its breeze. Superwoman woke up in the dark and couldn’t bear to exercise, so she threw on a sweater and some cheap [...]
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1. Because she’s fucking tired. (Yes, Superwoman says fuck. It’s fun. Try it.) 2. Because she has to sit on her dirty couch and bite her nails about the oncoming Frankenstorm. She is still recovering from Hurricane Irene last September, and now here comes another one. That night, all she did was worry that large [...]
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SuperWoman can’t decide what to call this episode. Is it “Breakfast in the Time of Chaos”? “Winning!”? or is it “Why Is There no F-ing Peanut Butter in This F-ing House?” Setting: Sunday morning, the first weekend after the start of school (which Mr. B claims is the best place on earth, but not in [...]
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You know those days when you wake up and know that it’s not really physically possible to do all the things a superhero disguised as a regular woman is supposed to do? When your supereyes open and you realize your superbody really can’t move? It’s called a sick day. And even SuperWoman has them. Like, [...]
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You may remember that not too long ago, SuperWoman broke new Super-ground and ordered HBO. One of the big draws was that she had just finished Boardwalk Empire, Season 1 on DVD, and she was dying to get her hands on more. The show started out so beautifully. It whisked SuperWoman off to the vibrant ’20s, to [...]
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If you didn’t hear, SuperWoman is now a city working girl. Picture Melanie Griffith at a nonprofit magazine in Philadelphia instead of on Wall Street, with calmer locks and a cheap pair of Rocketdogs. Yup. That’s Superwoman now, with laser beams protected snugly in her blue-stone earrings. Each morning, SuperWoman catches a bus to a [...]
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It was time. For years, SuperWoman waited patiently for shows like The Sopranos and Six Feet Under and The Wire to come on DVD, scattered in with the sleeves of classic and independent films. In her apartment days, SuperWoman worshipped at the altar of Netflix, perhaps the singular capitalist god she appreciated. At the time, [...]
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SuperWoman is writing to you from the sky. If you don’t believe her, check with Gogo. That’s the in-flight internet service, who conned her into thinking that once she bought wifi for $7.95 on her phone (Not $8. Certainly not $8), she’d have access to it on her computer, too. SuperWoman thought she was so [...]
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