Ah, spring. It’s finally here. So you take to the streets for a walk, happy to end your long winter hibernation. The sun is shining, you feel the warmth on your skin, your vitamin D levels begin to surge, and the stress begins to roll out of your mind and body … but then, you realize you’re not alone. There are OTHER people on the sidewalks, too. And so many of them are just terrible. These are those people. Read more »
I’m one of those women – let’s call them insufferable women – who brings her little dog everywhere.
Murph comes to work with me, goes shopping with me, and occasionally hits up yoga with me. He’s a regular at my laundromat, and as soon as the weather warms up, he’ll reclaim his usual seat on the deck at Bridget Foy’s.
To the absolute horror of my mother, wedding invitations are frequently addressed to “Ms. Monica Weymouth and Murph.” (A joke, perhaps, but it’s not easy to find a plus-one when you own a stroller for your shih tzu.)
I do not, however, walk him over to Super Fresh or CVS, as these places don’t allow dogs — something about health codes and common sense or whatever — and the alternative is leaving him outside. Read more »
With the snow continuing to come down on the region, the Philadelphia Streets Department says that it has 374 trucks out plowing and salting the roadways. Read more »
I should start by saying that, by Philadelphia standards, I am perfectly nice.
When in my natural habitat, out there in the wild among you people, I’m somewhere between inconspicuous and pleasant. I have been known to save spots in grocery store lines, hold doors on the El and even, on occasion, nod good morning to the new couple in my apartment building.
Considering I grew up in the Great(est) Northeast, this makes me a downright snuggly Miss Congeniality. Read more »
You can’t write a list without someone commenting that you missed something — and that’s exactly what happened with our Big List of Funny Philadelphia Street Names in this week’s Philadelphia Sunday. But that’s good! Because our readers came up with a bunch more funny Philadelphia street names that I neglected to include in my first edition.
I compiled some of your suggestions from comments and tweets, and now we have an appendix to the original article. Enjoy! Read more »
[UPDATE] We heard your suggestions and have published an addendum to the original list: Readers Respond:Here Are 12 More Funny Philadelphia Street Names.
Philadelphia has a lot of streets. As a result, Philadelphia also has a lot of street names. Many of them are pretty ordinary. Second. Broad. Main. Yawn.
But many of our street names are funny. Very funny, even. Some of them are funny because they sound silly. Others have amusing origins. And still others make absurd images pop into our heads. Read more »
Okay, so the first question you should never ask anyone is pretty obvious, because almost all of us have done it anyway. The question is, “When are you due?” And the reason you should never ask it of anyone is in case they’re not.
Theoretically you could safely ask this of men, but given the increasingly tenuous boundaries of gender, better to play it safe and just zip your lip. Because, really, if you’re a woman and you’ve ever been asked this when you weren’t, you remember. The moment burns in your memory even if (as in my case) it was decades ago. Pregnancy is a joyous occasion. Having a gut is not. Being reminded that you have a gut really is not. So, don’t ask this question. Even if you’re pretty damned sure she’s due any minute and she’s carrying twins.
The second question you should never ask anyone is, perhaps, less obvious, because sociologically, it’s a more recent development. Read more »
It’s not easy to find love — especially in Philadelphia, especially in February.
But it’s not like we’re not trying. No, we’re trying really hard — from the Whole Foods check-out line to the Market-Frankford El — to make contact with fellow humans. Some of us just aren’t very good at it.
In honor of Valentine’s Day, we’re nudging along some of the cuter Missed Connections posted on Craigslist during the past two weeks. You guys deserve to be happy, if only just for one fake holiday. (As for the gross guys trying to pick up Kelly Drive joggers? Ya’ll are on your own – and stop that right now.)
Recognize yourself? Get in touch! Don’t, but like what you’re reading? These people are looking for love on Craigslist — they’ll probably give you a chance.
In the latest sign of the Apocalypse, the Wall Street Journal on Friday had an article on the growth of professional cuddling. That is, people who get paid to lie on beanbag chairs and chaise longues beside other people who pay them for the privilege. Of being cuddled. I know your next question, and here’s the answer: $80 an hour. And I know your next question: Yes, everyone’s clothes stay on. Read more »
Seems that one of the peregrine falcons who hang out at 2400 Chestnut [update: or maybe not — see comments below] picked up a squab snack around 9 this morning but just couldn’t find the right spot to settle down and dig in:
— Matt Pershe (@mattpershe) December 12, 2014
The perfect aerie soon presented itself, however — the canopy in front of Boyds.