Tagkirsten

DEMONSTRATION

I’ve witnessed childbirth three different ways. I’ve been to two baby showers. I’ve attended a blogging convention where I was one of four men. I thought I had seen women at their most womenish. But none of those experiences prepared me for the master class that was the DEMONSTRATION. Continue reading

LIMITED EDITION ADDICTION

I got to talking to Kirsten one day. Before a meeting. Or after. Or maybe it was during the meeting. I don’t have the steadiest of attention spans. I do remember that we didn’t reserve the conference room just so I could unload some personal issues, but that’s what ended up happening. Continue reading

I’m really only funny if you know me.

I was at work, working. Doing the marketing. That’s what I do for work because I’m too old to do the lifting. I’m over 40. I’m old. Continue reading

I SAW A WHITE GUY TODAY

It’s impossible for me to explain what it’s like to be around me. Because I’ve never been around me. I’m always inside me. Deep inside.  Continue reading

I won a Twitter contest at work and everyone lost their shit.

I work in a marketing firm. About a year ago, I sold my bosses on a new brand campaign, complete with a shiny new hashtag for the social medias. I promised them it would be a great way to engage with their audience and establish a distinctive brand and everything else they pay me to tell people. Continue reading

Thanks a lot, RUINERS.

Why does everybody have to ruin everything? I’m a very simple man with very few joys and I really would appreciate it if you all would just stop walking right up to me and ruining shit for me. Continue reading