Monthly Archives: April 2016

Signs Dunkin’ Donuts Has Cemented Itself into the Fabric of Your Existence

Dunkins Cup on Beach

My adventure in internet listicles got me thinking about Massachusetts/New England based listicles in general.  As one does, I initiated an in depth search to see which topics came up repeatedly and if they were accurate.  One that appears a lot is Dunkins (Government Name: Dunkin’ Donuts).

It always appears as a brief statement expressing a generic love of Dunkins.  But lets be honest!  People don’t simply love Dunkins implying they are one thing and Dunkins is apart from them, it actually exists as part of the fiber of their being. When passing a Dunkins in a different state you know it’s unofficially a Massachusetts State Embassy and you just flash your license and you’re permitted to cut everyone in line (I think).

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A Tale of Two (Strip) Clubs

Just cause he dances go-go it dont make him a ho no

This past weekend for a Bachelorette party I attended a Men in Motion show. Men in Motion is a male strip club in Boston and “ New England’s #1 Girl’s Night Out!”(not Modern Pastry?) While being quite an entertaining show in its own right, it struck me how comically different it was from the one traditional strip club I had been to.

So behold below a Tale of Two Cities Strip Clubs and the scholarly conclusions on gender theory that come with it.

By scholarly conclusions I mean anecdotally supported blog observations.

The First Club

Once upon a time, many jobs ago,  I was at a company bowling event and as the night wound down the higher-ups declared “let’s go to a strip club!”  Ignoring the H.R. nightmare that is, I began picturing a Foxwood’s commercial: Take a chance; make it happen Pop a cork, fingers snapping! In my head dollar bills were flying in the air, people were smiling, strippers and I were posing together; think of the social media opportunities!

“ Lets go” I announced.

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Hiking the Blue Hills with Family

Hiking with Family

Preamble to the Hike
I agreed to go hiking when all great plans are made–at night, two days before you have to face the reality of the plans you made. I texted my cousin and we agreed in an effort to be healthy this Easter weekend we should do an early morning hike with her mom and our other Aunt.

While my cousin and I agreed to be in attendance, it was really my aunts leading the hike.  To paint a picture– my aunts are both from Boston, both nurses and both the most in shape people in a family that includes at least 13 different 20-somethings. In fact, the hike was pushed to 9 a.m. because one of them wanted to get in some early morning lap swimming as a warm-up to our death march.

Hiking with my Aunts carries some cache; if you mention to other family members “I went hiking with Mary and Patty” their eyes get wide in recognition of the weight of this statement.   They go back to a distant memory of a time for Mother’s Day or Christmas they agreed to such a thing, and you can see they are happy to be inside, in the comfort of the couch, and thinking better you than me, my friend.

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