The first time I had sex I was seventeen. I can’t say I was incredibly attracted to her, or that I even liked her all that much, but I’d fi…
This video makes me cry. I suspect for most women it touches a nerve. There’s something visceral to the refrain, something innate and familiar and true. “Let her speak.” Maybe because those words are words that have been repeated in our heads in countless boardrooms and classrooms and town halls and dinner parties. A quiet, inner chant to soothe us. An angry thought turned over and over as our blood boils. “Let her speak.” The thing we wish we would have said, or tried to keep ourselves from yelling, or maybe finally just blurted out and then were met with blank stares — all screaming now, together. Finally.
And to see that good ol’ boy motherfucker raise his gavel and then put it down, knowing better than to try, makes me grateful and emotional and proud. I feel relieved.
"… for I have met many girls and very nice ones and I don’t want to remain alone — but in two or three meetings they all seem ashes. You only are left to me. You are real."
For the first three years of Bonobos, I lived with $3,000 in the bank, a $3,000 apartment, and $150,000 of debt. During that time — 2007 to …
It’s easy to imagine habits like a scotch after dinner, biting your nails or saying, “you know” after every sentence. An event or a time of day triggers us, and we go with the habit. It’s easier than exploring new…
Your love of ramen, Allagash White, dogs, snuggling, podcasts, Adele, Pinot Noirs; your self-confidence; your self-knowledge - these are the things that will stay with me.
Your way of approaching every conversation as a way to build the other person up, your patience, your hopefulness - these are the things I hope to take with me.
My anger, my jealousy, my heartbreak, my helplessness - these are the things I hope to one day leave behind.