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label crazy

Imagine sometime in the future, there is a government decree that we must all wear a label communicating who we are. Let's say the Director of Homeland Labels has assembled a list from which we must choose and in fact, others get to vote from that list. On Facebook, any friend can vote on our label and we must wear it throughout the day. It may sound absurd and yet in many ways we act like this already. We are label manufacturers. We look at someone, what they are wearing or the company they keep, study their body and attach a label to them. Is this part of our DNA or was it developed as a survival kill for urban dwellers?

By |April 3rd, 2012|home, stories|1 Comment

hair whores – what we’ll do for a good hair day

The notion that our hair speaks volumes about who we are is alive and well. He discovers a new stylist at least once a month and is perennially in search of the perfect cut. He's the latest extension of urban life – the hair whore.

By |March 21st, 2012|home, stories|0 Comments

when angry birds fly

is our new national past time a distraction or necessary mental vacation?

By |March 6th, 2012|home, stories, Uncategorized|1 Comment

the prodigal friend

at what point do we turn our backs on friendship and when do we welcome the prodigal friend back with open arms.

By |February 29th, 2012|home, stories|1 Comment

the lesser of the two (evils)

When faced with a choice of candidates, is there a lesser of the two (evils) that mandates making a selection or does "opting out" suffice as an option?

By |January 25th, 2012|home, stories, Uncategorized|1 Comment

why men run

Why is it that so many men can't sit still and be present? What does that mean for the person involved with them and what are their common characteristics?

By |January 17th, 2012|home, stories|2 Comments

resolute about resolutions

Harvard Misfit identifies the many types of new year's resolutions and helps navigate through them...

By |January 3rd, 2012|home, stories|0 Comments

confessional sundays

Confessional Sundays

 

Imagine that it’s 11am on a Sunday morning.  You finished your eggs, vegetarian sausage, bagel and orange juice and the crumbs serve as a testimony to your appetite. Relaxing, you stretch out your legs on the coffee table and pick up the New York Times. There’s something about the Sunday edition that appeals to the snob in you – maybe it’s the Sunday Magazine or the Week in Review – or maybe it’s the fact that you won’t find Target coupons thumbing through the Arts section.

On this particular morning, a ringing phone disturbs your moment of grandeur. You check caller ID and discover it’s a seldom-encountered friend. Unsure of what to expect, you answer only to hear a blubbering voice on the other end of the line. Your friend is unloading on the events of the weekend, the past week and maybe even the month when you realize you’ve been suckered into a Confessional […]

By |December 23rd, 2011|home, stories|0 Comments

the beauty of imperfection

There’s something about the Mona Lisa that
captivates us. Her image is a combination of half-smile and half-sneer. In her
imperfection, she is flawless. Were Michelangelo to have painted her perfectly
purring at us, I contend we would have found her much less fascinating. So why is that we are obsessed with perfection
in our own lives but make allowances for imperfection all around us?

A tragic flaw is engrained in our cellular memory that causes us to set ourselves up for failure. It’s the perfection trap. We’re taught early on in life that there is a “right” way and a “wrong” way to perform most every task. Programmed from youth, we take a side – right or wrong, and run with it. As we age, we even think that there is such a thing
as a perfect relationship. So we look for the princess or knight to complete our perfect storybook ending.

Is it any wonder that we fail at these […]

By |December 13th, 2011|home, stories|1 Comment

a misfit is born, not made

misfits are born, not made. as we venture on our journey together, these posts will speak to the disenfranchised and misfit in all of us. consider me a social anthropologist, directing an expedition through the human psyche and the social experience. my posts will be unfiltered non-political and unbiased. everyone and everything is fair game.

By |October 31st, 2011|home, stories|0 Comments