You might think I am the most disgusting person on the planet, and that is your right.
always nice to be reminded you're ugly
I'd also like to thank you for noting that it's only "from a distance" that I could pass for a transsexual. I am glad that once you get close to me, you can see that I am a biological woman.
Few people are more inconsiderate than those who force a captive audience of fellow passengers to listen to them.
Before I moved almost seven years ago, my family in Tennessee cautioned me about the dangers of the big city.
planes trains and automobiles
There’s something about men in general -- not all men, of course, some are perfectly nice -- and single men in particular on public transit that seems to be a recipe for disaster.
arm herpes is a thing
Apparently, you could be eating a strangers' fecal matter at a makeup counter near you. Plus: Tales of my Staph Infection
if you see something say something
I’ve taken the New York transit safety motto "If you see something, say something" very seriously -- maybe somewhat stupidly.

the jane dough
Here are my love letters to the coulda-woulda-shoulda friendships on the 4, 5 and 6 trains.
public transportation
I decided to take a cab home sometime after midnight, because it felt like the safer option for a drunk girl than staggering home in my little black dress and high heels. It wasn't.