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Champagne Problems at an Upper East Side Voting Station

When I woke up this morning, I was so excited to vote. During the presidential election of 2004, I was in college, and voted via absentee ballot. In 2008, I was working as a reporter in the Hamptons, unable to go home to vote, and again, submitted my choice via absentee. I so looked forward to casting my vote at a polling station, among people also in love with government, politics, and civic duty.

It’s now clear that I expected too, too much.

With the day off of work, I took my time getting my act together this morning and slowly made my way down to the Cathedral of the Holy Trinity on E. 74th Street. I got on the line, which bent up 1st Avenue, at 9:45a.m. It was chilly out, but the sun was shining, and my spirit was still way up.

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I am Not a Slut

Editor’s Note: I didn’t want to get into this. I try to keep the blog light and funny and only somewhat demented at times. But I’ve become pretty much infuriated by this entire issue. So here I am.

Two weeks ago, a woman named Sandra Fluke testified on Capitol Hill to the need for women’s contraception to be covered by health insurance. After being snubbed on the first attempt to speak at a hearing (a hearing that, after she was denied the chance to speak, only included testimony from men), Fluke came back and told her tale to members of Congress. And then Rush Limbaugh called her a slut. And you all know the fallout from that.

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The War in My Office is On!

Everyone is aware of my love for Ryan Gosling. He’s just so many things I can’t even gush about enough. In an attempt to not become the stalker that I am, I’m going to stop there.

So the Gosling’s star is on the rise, and he’s been the subject of many tumblrs dedicated to him. Almost all of them are made up of simple pictures of the actor, with simple phrases pasted on the page, all starting with the opener, “Hey Girl.” See one example here. This is all the background information I can give you on this right now.

There is one person in my office that I work with the most. We’ll call him Sean. He just happens to be male in gender. Male in gender? I mean it’s accurate, but it sounds strange. Whatever, I’m going with it. My office is female-dominated. He’s the only guy in our group. It’s a dynamic.

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