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Seamless

Hi, my name is Jenny and I don't like Victoria's Secret. I think their bras and underwear are overpriced, ill-fitting, and over-hyped. I can see how the American public can be drawn to Vicky's by their mass advertising and their gorgeous models. I mean, c'mon - how many guys do you know who don't stop whatever they're doing and absently stare, drooling at the screen whenever a Victoria's Secret commercial comes on TV? Heck, I would probably jump on Adriana Lima if I ever saw her in person. But their products? Not so good. To all men who are reading this - bra shopping is not fun. I'm sure you all have wild fantasies about girls trying on bras together in tubs of KY Jelly, but in reality it's almost...

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BonChon Chicken

Last Wednesday, the NYTimes had an article about Korean-style friend chicken. The word soon spread and I read about it again and again on the Gothamist, Curbed, and other blogs I read regularly. I started salivating as soon as I read the article. See, my parents used to run a friend chicken place back when we were still living in Korea. My sister and I used to walk there every day and pig out, probably making a big cut in their profits. Since then, we've always craved Korean-style chicken - our mother's garlic sauce slathered on the hot, crisp chicken, with a side of cool, refreshing moo (pickled radish) was just unbeatable. Needless to say, I had to check out these chicken establishments. So J and I...

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Two Left Feet

A long time ago in a place far, far away, a kindergarten class decided to do a dance for an upcoming recital. The choreographer had the little girls in a formation with the tallest in the middle, gradually tapering down to the shortest at the ends. The girls practiced for weeks and weeks and looked forward to showcasing their talent. The day of the recital arrived. It was a full house. Relatives traveled from hours away to see the kids perform. When the time came for the girls to do their dance, the teacher realized that although they had practiced many times in different rooms, they had never practiced ON STAGE. "Oh well," she figured. "They know their routine well enough. It's too late...

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The Other Arm

I'm not a very affectionate person. I don't coo at babies. I feel uncomfortable when people stand or sit too close to me. I have trouble saying "I love you" even to my family. And I don't like cuddling. Yes, that's right. I'm a girl and I don't like cuddling. Because I need my own space when I sleep, dammit. This causes a bit of a problem because J is a cuddler. He loves to cuddle. He's always begging and whining for me to cuddle with him. Being the dutiful girlfriend that I am, (ha - that sounds funny even to me) I oblige most of the time. If he is lucky and he catches me when I'm mucho tired, I will...

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