When Did “Otter” Become a Thing?

A text from a good friend (and ex-boyfriend actually) of mine texted me this afternoon – accompanied by the picture in question.

Someone called me an otter. What does that even mean and when did “otter” become a thing lol. Based on that picture do I qualify as an otter? I think they’re real cute when the sleep and hold hands

Which really got me thinking. Well played, sir, well played. Way to spark an intellectual conversation and make me think. And on a Friday of all days too.

  • Where do all these terms come from?
  • Who thinks this shit up?
  • What’s really in a name after all?

We’re a weird species, us gays. We have a name for everyone. I get it. We’re judgmental. We hate to be classified as one thing – especially as “gay” in general for the most part – and try to break the mold…only to box ourselves into another one. Continue reading

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26. Single. Enjoys Cake.

26. Single. Enjoys cake. Thanks for the reminder, OKCupid. For the record, I hate you. Now please excuse me while I go eat my feelings.

Yes, this really happened.

So here I was. Out for dinner with my bestie and Fiesta. Not-so-Carrie had decided to throw me a surprise birthday dinner. Not quite the all-out surprise party I planned (from 8 hours away nonetheless), threw, and surprised her at a few months ago, but she definitely earned a well-deserved A for effort. I enjoyed the evening with two of my favorite (real) ladyfriends gorging ourselves on mussels (not muscles, unfortunately) and arugula salad at La Madia, a “contemporary pizzeria” as they refer to themselves.  Continue reading

Lessons in Being (im)Polite: The CTA Edition

Since I’m sure you have a deep-seated passion to become as impolite and rude as a lot of people on the CTA who drive me (and most likely secretly you too) up a wall on a daily basis, I’ve put together some tips on how to achieve such role-model-public-transit-relient-citizen status. Follow these quick and simple tips and you’ll be on your way to contributing to the annoyed state of the Often-Annoyed Designer.

To make it simple, I’ve listed out the following annoyances as they typically occur on my commute. From stepping foot into a CTA station to finally escaping the veritable hell that can be my morning/afternoon commute to any given ride to Target, Michigan Avenue, or any destination really…behavior like this consistently drives me nuts.

  • Form a bottleneck at the turnstiles. If a train has just arrived and a ton of people are coming through, by all means, feel free to form a football line or play Red Rover and not let anyone through. Clearly you’re the most important person in the station and everyone should step aside to let you through. If they refuse to let you play Moses, grunt like a caveman in disgust. See how many people care.
  • Crowd the doors to the train as they open. Everyone knows this is how you’ll get on quicker. Don’t worry about the people trying to get off either. They can shove past you just as you’re trying to do to them. Continue reading