Many years ago, there was a bunch of hoopla about the massive glass behemoth that noted architect, Frank Gehry, had designed for the Atlantic Yards development. People brought back the “Fuck Frank Gehry” t-shirts that […]
Author: Marisol Delarosa
I sense fuckery.
i never promised you a rose garden.
Is it terrible if you feel absolutely nothing for the person that gave birth to you? I’m not angry at her. I’m not sad or wistful or unhappy. I just feel completely indifferent right now. […]
out of office ending.
The vaccines are rolling out. Restrictions are easing everywhere. The government seems to be like a cool parent right now testing the bounds of our ability to do the right thing when faced with potentially […]
another trip around the sun
Because I was due to be born on Christmas, my parents were considering naming me “Noelle.” I don’t know if it’s because I came out six days early, but they did not ultimately choose that […]
daddy
I wrote this while riding the train from New York to Maine on Monday, November 2nd, 2020. My father passed away four days later. My dad has been preparing me for the day of his […]
first call
In the last three weeks there have been two things that people want to discuss with me: how it’s been to reopen my business after six months of being closed and how I feel about […]
tik tok don’t stop
Twice in a fortnight, Trump has threatened to “ban TikTok.” If you were to check my battery usage during this quarantine time (QuarTime), you might see that TikTok is my most used app by a […]
the year of the karen
Ask anyone who works at a bar or restaurant what they think about Yelp reviews. They might as well rename the website “The Karen” because it is dominated by opinionated, entitled blowhards screaming poorly written […]
you don’t need a knife for this
2020 will always be remembered as an absolute garbage fire year. As I write this, we are halfway through this year and we are already ascribing the worst occurrences of human existence (plague, famine, police […]
This Is Not Cake. 