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Tagged: living solo

The second panel shows the artist, a young woman with short hair wearing a purple shirt, oven mitts, and a shell-shocked expression. She holds a tray of muffins and says, "Stop me before I bake again." Under the image is a checked list item that shows one of the cons of living alone is 'When I go on a Bake-Off binge, I have to eat the results all by myself.'

May 18, 2021

Living Solo VI

There aren’t a lot of baking recipes designed for a single person in mind.

The second panel shows the artist, a young woman with short hair wearing a purple pajama top, lying under a blanket on the sofa, propped up by pillows. She's wearing glasses, has messy hair, and has a crumpled tissue in one hand. A black cat sits on the back of the sofa, unimpressed. The artist says, "If I die, please don't eat me." Above the image is a checked list item showing one of the cons to living alone: 'There's no one to take care of me when I'm sick.'

January 29, 2021

Living Solo V

When a nasty bug knocked me on my ass, I tried to power through as an independent, single gal – but ended up calling my mom who brought me soup.

The second panel shows the artist, a young woman with short hair wearing a purple t-shirt, staring forlornly into her open fridge as she says, "I wish it were socially acceptable to knock on my neighbor's door and ask if they'd like my mostly untouched chicken chow mein." Above the image is a checked list item showing that one of the cons to living alone is, 'No one's around to eat my leftovers.'

December 11, 2020

Living Solo IV

I hate wasting food, but portion sizes are tough, especially when ordering from places that plan on ‘family style.’

The second and final panel shows the artist, wearing black with cat ears and painted on whiskers, holding up a tiny witch's hat and broom to an unimpressed black cat lounging on a cat tree. She says, "Come on, the dog did it for years." Above the image is a checked list item: I have to do couples' costumes with my pets.

October 16, 2020

Living Solo III: Halloween Edition

One year I dressed my 80lb German Shepherd/labrador mix up as the 11th Dogtor and I went as his TARDIS.

In the second and final panel, the artist, a young woman with short hair, wearing a purple t-shirt and shorts, is trying to take a selfie in a contorted pose, as if in the middle of a game of Twister. She's thinking, 'This is so uncomfortable,' while grinning maniacally at the camera. Below the image is a checked line item that reads, 'There's only one model for reference photos.'

October 2, 2020

Living Solo II

If I lived with someone, I would force them to be my puppet.

The second and final panel shows the artist, a young woman with short hair, dressed in a Shakespearean doublet, kneeling on the ground, holding a head of lettuce as if it's a skull. The artist says, "Alas, poor iceberg, you shall rot long before I canst eat thee." Above the image is a checked-off item as if from a longer list that says, 'There's no such thing as single-serve lettuce.'

September 18, 2020

Living Solo I

I knew him, Horatio: a lettuce of infinite jest.

See Something, Say Something, Do Something
A few years ago, when the world shut down and we all spent time getting more introspective than was strictly healthy, I started saving relatable anecdotes I found online to a Pinterest board. It wasn't long before I noticed the algorithm had picked up a theme. But surely, I argued to myself, it was just a coincidence that I found those tales of ADHD so relatable.
Would You, Could You, Eat a Dragon?
When food is the central love language that binds people together, what place is there for those of us who don’t want to be fed? If “eating is[…]the exclusive privilege of the living,” does that make me simply the walking dead? You can’t be a picky eater in the dungeon. Okay, but – hear me out – what if you are?
Matters of Representation (Because Representation Matters)
It's no small thing to see yourself positively reflected in something someone else has made. It's proof that you're not alone, that you're not broken, or wrong, or any of the other things we tell ourselves when we grow up and don't see a friendly face in society's mirror.