Who’s really in charge here?

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New York City is a gigantic experiment. An island of stimuli and learned responses, one of which involves my ankles. It doesn’t matter what is moving near them. A balled-up newspaper. Or dried leaves. Or crumpled foil wrappers. Or torn caution tape. Or Chinese takeout menus. Or tear-away strips from a Man with a Van flyer. Or the plastic dollhouse tables they put on pizzas to keep the toppings from sticking to the lids. My reaction is always the same. I shout garbled profanities, leap backwards and run, run, run! …


Taking care of yourself is a kindness to others

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It’s Halloween and I’m on the F train, dressed as Ziggy Stardust. A woman plants her phone inches from my face, the flash firing before I can protest. Her pupils are dilated and she’s dripping with mismatched tote bags, like an adjunct without an office. She speaks as if we’re mid-conversation:

“It took them five months, but they found it. The cancer. Sloan Kettering kept telling me it wasn’t there, but I insisted it was. Look at all the people here. I’m the most beautiful one. Can you believe I’m the one who gets cancer?”

The woman is a manifestation…


Field notes from the day Biden won the election

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“Where were you when you found out Biden had won?”

I was drinking coffee in my apartment, watching The Great British Bake Off.

I was wearing an XXL t-shirt advertising Brooklyn Brewery’s Defender IPA (a limited edition beer made for Comic-Con) and Christmas pajama pants.

I was confused. I heard my neighbors cheering, but it wasn’t 7 PM, the time when everyone “claps because they care” for essential workers. I looked out my window and saw a jogger. Maybe today is the virtual NY Half Marathon?

I was frantic. I wrenched pots and pans from my cabinets, weighed them in…


If you’re single, abandon your standards, commit to the nearest healthy body and try these tips

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Cuffing Season has come to a close, but Coronavirus Season is just getting started. Similar to Cuffing Season, Coronavirus Season is a period of time where people are quick to jump into relationships. Why? The forecast is depressing, serial dating is too germy, and the only sanitary place to hang out is indoors. So, if you’re single, abandon your standards, commit to the nearest healthy body and try these tips:

  • First, communicate expectations — Is this a long term hookup that ends once a Coronavirus vaccine is developed? If one of you gets Coronavirus, does that mean you’re no longer…


Cheers to pushing the reset button

Photo by: Amy Shamblen

I watched John Mulaney’s new children’s show parody and one song in particular resonated with me:

I saw a white lady standin’ on the street just sobbin’

And I think about it once a week

It was two years ago

Christmas time, foot of snow

Passing through Union Square

And I saw this crying white lady just kinda standin’ there.

I’m the white lady who has been spotted sobbing about town. It’s unlikely a kid has spiraled into an existential daydream while watching me, but I have gotten a few sympathetic looks, from time to time.

There are some years…


Tidy, contained God is easier to worship, but crumbles in the presence of my big, nuanced problems

Photo: Addie Stuber

I’m at a festival in Allihies, Ireland. To the left of us are houses painted gumball pink, blue, yellow and green. To the right is a crumbling wall and endless sea. People spill out from steamy pubs onto the street, forming a semicircle around musicians playing classic Irish ballads like “Stairway to Heaven” and “Hey Jude.” Whenever a lone car appears, the crowd parts down the middle to let it through, cheerfully banging on the hood and shouting slurry greetings. During one of these vehicular interludes, I elbow a bald guy standing next to me. …


Wait, this is a couples’ resort?!

Dani and I have just checked into our resort in Mexico — a place advertised as “an oasis where everything is taken care of.” It sounds perfect. But, the vibe already feels…off. As we trail the bellhop carrying our bags, we observe other guests: pairs dressed in matching linen outfits, canoodling under the flickering shade of palm trees. Opening the door to our suite, we’re greeted by the sight of a massive king-sized bed, artfully strewn with rose petals. Chocolates, along with a couple’s massage coupon, are on the nightstand.

It’s then that we realize our mistake: we’ve accidentally booked…


Thoughts on how annoying it is to have a uterus

Photo by: Erol Ahmed

Periods are really en vogue right now. There’s chic, absorbent underwear you bleed all over on purpose! Fancy subscription services that deliver 100% organic tampons to your front porch! Sleek phone apps that track your cycle via colorful flowcharts! It’s as if menstruation is the new It Girl and we’ve filled her dressing room floor-to-ceiling with elaborate tokens of our affection. Those with cycles are part of her posse. So, by association, women are having a moment too. Though I’d love to simply bask in the glow of my lady parts’ newfound fame, one thing cannot be denied: periods are…


Don’t call it a muumuu. It’s a Summer Sack and you’re going to be begging for one come August

Normally, I don’t fall hard for fashion trends, but this summer’s proliferation of maxis influenced by low-key California Cool has produced a slew of beachy, shapeless dresses I’m ready to share my life with. Some might call them muumuus. I have chosen to lovingly refer to them as Summer Sacks.

I encountered my first Summer Sack at a Parisian store near my office. Prior attempts to shop at this store had left me depressed. Practically every skirt and dress they sell has a dropped waist — a silhouette that bunches around my thighs, making my torso look like an unrolled…


Some people think these identities are in conflict with each other

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“What’s your take on gender roles in Christian relationships?” I choked on the whisky I had been sipping.

The question was casually posed by a guy I met on Hinge. Initially, I had been looking forward to meeting him. I’m a Christian who only recently has been trying to date within my faith, so the mention of God in his profile had set off happy bells in my brain.

But, the bells were now being replaced by wailing sirens, warning me of trouble up ahead. Setting down my glass, I replied: “I don’t think women are called to be subservient…

Addie Stuber

Essayist. Storyteller for brands. Ride or die Brooklynite. addiestuber.com

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