2016: New Year, Same Me. But better. You can purchase this print here.
2016: New Year, Same Me. But better. You can purchase this print here.
To be clear, I’m not here to defend violent consumerism or the exploitation of workers. But it’s been hard for me to stomach some of the harsh blanket assumptions I’ve seen floating around…
First, I’m going to ask those of you not shopping on Black Friday to stop (publicly) patting yourselves on the back.
Calm the f&#% down, because here is the reality for a lot of people:
Some of us are on fixed budgets.
Not the “I’m going to try to go to Dunks instead of Starbucks because $7 for a latte is stupid as hell” budget, but an actual down to the penny budget.
A lot of these shoppers work. A lot. They strategically plan their shopping to coincide with their time off and the best deals available.
A lot of these shoppers have children – that is to say, they want to give their kids an awesome Christmas (whatever that means to them), even on a fixed budget. If this means fighting the crowds for that one good deal, so be it.
Of course we can’t forget about the workers. Over worked, underpaid staff that are giving up time with their families to be there and help the budget conscious parent find their deal.
Some of them choose to be there, others are forced. The point is, don’t be an asshole. Don’t make people who may already be stressing about this day feel worse by going on and on about how great you are for not going out.
When’s the last time you looked a cashier in the eye, asked them how their day was, and genuinely was interested in their answer?
So I’m here to say to the majority of Black Friday shoppers (not the handful of awful viral video shoppers) – I hope you had a safe and successful trip out.
To retail workers: thank you for all the time and effort you put into the past two days. I’m sorry you had to work a holiday, but I appreciate your smile and hospitality when all you wanted to do was go home and sleep.
To the rest of you who will insist on telling me you’re a saint for not going out on Black Friday: don’t be surprised if I don’t ask twice for you to move out of my way…
…you know, when you’re out in DROVES every day from now until Christmas…
I walk through the Pru as a part of my 4-hour commute, and y’all add another 15-25 mins to that trip because you were too good to go out on Black Friday…
I have put off writing this for a couple of months now but I think it’s time I stop living in denial.
I’d like to thank Malika Bowling, who heads up the Association of Food Bloggers (and is quite the impressive writer herself) for a recent article she wrote and shared on LinkedIn. You can find it here.
Between the questions from my readers and that article (which I adored), I’ve finally felt compelled to address the truth about blogging.
Here it is: we have other shit going on too.
I don’t mean we have two dinners and a cocktail hour in one night. I mean we have OTHER THINGS going on. Business things. Personal things. Stuff. And Things. These blogs are a labor of love. And boy, I don’t know one blogger who would tell you it’s not a labor.
Many of the food or lifestyle bloggers you love are working a 9-5 and then they’re working a 5-9 and sometimes a 9-12. They have side businesses, they freelance, they sit through horrendous corporate meetings so that they have the ability to do what they love. They also have husbands, wives, children, friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, good dates, bad dates, commutes, etc.
There are very few food bloggers who have been able to accomplish living solely off their website. I know a few who have succeeded at this. I admire them. I actually sort of idolize them. (One day! *shakes fist*)
I haven’t been posting as frequently as I used to. Period.
The consistency at which I have been updating content has been completely off balance since my move back to Rhode Island. Many of you know me on a personal level and know why I moved. For those of you who don’t know the story the abridged version is this: I was in a dangerous situation that forced me to finally accept that moving was my best option for survival.
I didn’t do it alone.
Around 30 or so people helped me get back here. Their generosity is still something I struggle with every day. By struggle I mean that I think about it constantly and I think about the way in which I can prove to them that their help wasn’t wasted, that I am making the best out of the opportunity they helped me obtain. Just thinking about it moves me to tears. Without help from family, friends and strangers I don’t know where I’d be today.
So with that always in the back of my mind and with the encouragement of my family and friends I have started fresh. Started from nothing. The funds that were raised to get me home lasted me a month. I am bound and determine to break back into my field of work (the art/non-profit sector for those of you who don’t know). To do this I have taken on two jobs in Boston. That’s a two hour commute each way. There’s also the “me” part. I can work 10 jobs, but if I’m not addressing the issues that brought me back to Rhode Island, I’m not doing anyone any good. I’m putting in the work to get back on track, to make those of you who have supported me the past six (plus) months proud. I’m happy to be working this hard. It feels good. It feels right. But it’s been coming at the expense of my two babies – and some of you have noticed.
I cannot consistently produce quality content for Good Eats: Mundial and The Boston Tea Party on the current schedule I have. So I have three options:
I’m going with option three. There’s no way I’m going to stop writing.
The creation of Good Eats: Mundial especially holds such a special place in my heart. That’s why I will not throw up content for the sake of content. I can’t do that to myself and I won’t do that to all of you.
So you may notice that my entries are a bit sparse, but I’m here. I’m hustling to get back on track so that both Good Eats: Mundial and The Boston Tea Party are bringing you the best possible quality pictures, interviews and articles out there.
Be patient with me. I’ll be back in full swing soon enough.
With much love and appreciation,
Well, October is here folks. Crisp, 50* days, leaves changing colors, pumpkin spice lattes and apple picking and…
…just kidding! It’s 78* and you wore your new vest and now you’re melting…
…and now it’s 50* again…
Welcome to New England.
Without fail I end up super sick this time of the year. In fact, as I type this I’m sort of hunched over wrapped in a hundred blankets while my family runs around gushing over how beautiful it is outside. Heathens.
Lush to the rescue. I ordered four items online to help combat this endless cold. I’ll be reviewing the effectiveness of these items in the next week or so. What do you think? Have you used these items before?
Let The Good Times Roll – $12.95
Butterball (Bath Bomb) – $4.95
Lord of Misrule (Bath Bomb) – $6.95
Dream Steam – $2.95
Eddie Izzard is just about one of the greatest comedians…ever. Chelsea and I ventured to Providence to watch him perform live and we were not disappointed. The man is brilliant in every way, shape and form.
While I was waiting for Chelsea to arrive I started to take #selfies because yes. Also before you get on my case about how awful selfies are just STFU and click here.
So I thought why not do my first #OOTD post. I think my outfit was pretty classic. After all, with the fierceness Eddie brings to the stage, I didn’t want to even try to compete. If you’re not familiar with his style…
Anyways, here we go:
The upper left hand square is my Daniela Moda bag. It was a gift from my parents after a trip they took to Italy. It’s beautiful leather but what I love most about it is its unique shape. You can actually find a lot of her bags online, and although the prices are in Euros they’re extremely reasonable. You can find some of her bags here or search her name on Etsy and Ebay.
The upper right hand corner has a few things going on:
The bottom left hand corner is my face. You can’t buy that. That’s all natural, Portuguese and Sicilian genetics at work. In all seriousness though here’s the break down in pictures.
Last but not least, bottom left…this bracelet was a gift from my Dad after a trip to Dubai. I love it. It’s covered in frogs, flowers, stones and dragonflies. It’s so unique and just played up all the black and gold tones in my outfit.
So there we have it. Let us know what you thought of my look. Not my face. I can’t do much about that.
IM Boston features prominent Bostonians and their varied businesses, websites and contributions to the community. We were honored when they reached out and asked to speak with us about The Boston Tea Party and our sister site, Good Eats: Mundial.
There’s a simplicity that can be found in New England summers that I have yet to find anywhere else. So here are the ingredients you’ll need for the perfect New England summer gathering:
Locally sourced seafood.
For this occasion we visited Castigliego’s. Located in Somerset, Massachusetts this market has been selling fresh fish for over 35 years. We simply boiled our lobsters and then placed them on the table.
Quick but satisfying sides.
There are so many farms in the area that it’s easy to grab locally grown/raised items for your sides. The corn and the eggs on the potato salad were both local.
Grilled chicken was also included, because really – what’s a BBQ without chicken? All you need after that is a macaroni and potato salad. No need to go crazy.
Beer. Lots of beer.
I mean that’s a no brainer, but I love that I get to fill my cooler with Sam Adams Porch Rocker. Oh Sam Adams, you’re such a fox.
A body of water.
Anything. A pool. The ocean. A lake. A river. No actual summer party in New England takes place far from a body of water. Besides, without a body of water where are we supposed to dump the tea?!
Things that go up in flames.
It’s pretty unusual to show up at a summer party and not see something set on fire. Whether it’s a fancy fire pit on someone’s patio, a clearing in the woods or a pit in the sand at the beach, we can’t help ourselves. It’s the revolutionaries in us, I guess.
So there you have it. The ingredients for a perfect New England Summah Party. Share your wicked sweet party pictures with us and we’ll share them with our audience! Use the #TheBostonTeaParty or #NewEnglandSummah.