1 Wear red lipstick.
2 Throw on heart shaped rainbow sunnies and feel festive AF.
3 Take a selfie.
4 Enjoy the February sunshine!
5 Enjoy the dozens of smiles caused by my festive eyewear. Especially one intimidating security guard who did a double take through the window of a store, then broke his stoney face into a grin when he saw the hearts on my face. Read More
People are fanatical about sports. They paint their faces in team colors, spend thousands of dollars on tickets and merch. They scream and cheer like their lives depend on that touch down.
I don’t understand sports #ReasonsWhyImSingle. But I do understand this level of fanatical, unstoppable passion!
I’m that way about recycling!
My name is Mary Lane and I’m a recycling fanatic.
Which yes, makes me dorkier than a dancing frog wearing suspenders and a bow tie. Read More
Over the weekend I visited the American Museum of Natural History (AMNH) with an awesome tour company. In the museum tour world of buttoned up tweed and pleated slacks, Museum Hack is the rebel in a leather jacket and ripped jeans. With a bicep tattoo inked Museums Are Fucking Awesome.
I didn’t make that up, it’s the actual Museum Hack motto.
This bad ass tour is not afraid to break all the rules.
Ask me where the best burger or pizza slice in NYC is and I have trouble answering the question. I’m overwhelmed! Too many options! There are so many incredible places! New ones pop up every month! Can I name my top 5? Even that’s hard! Gah, this is almost as impossible as being asked to name my favorite book!
Now, ask me where the best chocolate chip cookie in NYC is and I’ll reply nonchalantly,
“Levain Bakery. Best chocolate chip cookie in New York City. GO! Post haste!”
That’s as nonchalant as I get… Read More
With hate seemingly overwhelming the country right now #politics2017, I took a walk through the NoLita neighborhood in lower Manhattan, searching for a little love.
A Love Wall, specifically.
I stumbled across JGoldcrown’s #lovewall on Mott Street over the summer. Any rainbow explosion breaking up the brick and concrete of this city makes me smile, of course I loved it. Simplicity and old school charm. The Love Wall looks like a page from your childhood diary brought to life. The day your mom bought you a 24 pack of Gellyrolls and you tested every single color with a heart. Read More
It’s a strange, strange thing to have a president in office who I know doesn’t respect me. I will never meet America’s new president (thank God) but I was in the same city as him this weekend and I thought about it. Would he grab me by the pussy? No, probably not. An absurd question and absurd answer. That’s the lowest of low bars.
In the eyes of the leader of my country, I am nothing but a chunk of flesh with an assigned number 1-10. He’s made it very, very clear.
You don’t care about the rights of things you assign numbers to. Just ask Jean Valjean (24601) or, yes, anyone who knows anything about the Holocaust.
I was at the Women’s March on Washington over the weekend.
March by the numbers?
1 in 5 women will be raped in her life time.
Black women make 65 cents for every 82 cents a white woman makes, and one dollar a white man does.
53% of white women voted for Trump.
I’m a minority on 2 of the above statistics.
For actual minorities? 94% of black women voted for Hillary.
White ladies, we fucked this one up.
It’s taken over two weeks of careful, painstaking consideration to craft this list.
Yeah, yeah, that’s a lie. I simply waffled back and forth on this, like a basic bitch at brunch. Should I be bad and get waffles? Should I be bad and not write this classic blogger cliché round up? Everyone else and their blog roll is!