Do you ever get tired of yourself? As an adult, it’s easy to become disenchanted with our lives. We built them through decades of work, compromise, setbacks, and serendipity. They are our making. But even if we like them, it’s easy to sometimes want out. Every Halloween, we have the opportunity to take a break […]
When I saw my friend Joe tweet about a need for millennial etiquette guidance, I knew a story for Man Repeller was inevitable, and that he should be the one to pen it. This was the man, after all, who made his own pine-cone turtleneck for a Christmas wine-tasting jaunt. Joe and modern etiquette are a match […]
Your favorite new source for totally true scientific facts is back, with special guest, JOE WADLINGTON! We’ll tell you everything you need to know about Tennessee Fainting Goats.
On Valentine’s Day in 2012, I had just published a blog post about eating a cake all by myself. I logged onto Twitter to promote it and saw a Tweet about an insane wait at Red Lobster — around two hours. I was intrigued. I opened a bottle of wine and started researching what people on dates were tweeting about. The […]
It’s hard to pin a label on Joe Wadlington. Born in Appalachian Tennessee, educated in Indiana, and building a solid career in San Francisco, Joe’s had more tech writing jobs than some folks have pairs of shoes. (Though, he also has a lot of shoes.) Currently, he’s kind of a big deal on (and at) Twitter, […]
My writing group, Finishing School, and I are on a panel about how to find and foster writing community.
Your favorite new source for totally true scientific facts is back, with special guest, JOE WADLINGTON! We’ll tell you every goddamn thing you need to know about the Italian Honey Bee and spotted hyenas. Joe on Twitter Joe’s awesome weekly writing prompt Joe’s first and second pieces on The New Yorker and that incredible VOX article.
Two years ago, I decided that I needed to smell incredible. I smelled fine before. But I suspected that people who smell really good are happy. I was on the upswing of a breakup — well, the pause before the upswing — and I needed a sensory trigger vivid enough to pull me to the […]