Category: Jennifer MacNeil
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On Donald Trump
Starting in January 2017, Donald J. Trump will be the President of the United States. Fuck. On Tuesday night into Wednesday morning, the country watched livestreams and tracked hashtags late into the night, watching Trump win 279 electoral votes to Secretary Hillary Clinton’s 228. A little after 2 in the…
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Indonesia is a Basement on King Street
I’ve been trying new things. I’ve been trying to put myself out there and open up to new experiences. It’s like a hip, edgy Eat, Pray, Love thing. I recently channeled my own collegiate Julia Roberts the only way I knew how: by putting on an ass-hugging pair of jeans…
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Valentines Day in July
Camp Atwood: a little day camp tucked away in a small, wealthy town in Massachusetts—home of heartbreak, tears, and Olympic-sized swimming pools. I spent six summers of my life there. There, I learned how to braid hair, had my first experience with lipgloss, and found out what a handjob was.…
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Heloise and the Savoir Faire
The gymnasium at Saint Mike’s has the look and feel of a high school semiformal dance. It’s October 23, and Foster the People is going to play the half-empty gym made up partly of college kids and partly of adults taking their thirteen-year-olds to their first concert. But first, the…
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Homeless Chic
“Okay, can you, like, tell me if this sounds really shitty of me?” A twenty-something brunette in a sweater dress with a septum piercing and impressively curly hair turned toward her friend, a white faux-fur vest in hand. Her friend, another girl in a knit poncho-cardigan crossover with Aztec print…
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