anna pulley

I am so unmotivated today, I couldn’t even post a Facebook status update about how unmotivated I am. Also, last night I went to a public insemination ritual / performance art show / orgy and I’m probably the only one in the world who thought bringing their ex to that would be a good idea. [...]

Conversation at a fundraiser last week, about working for Mother Jones: “I’ve decided to stay on another year.” “So you hate money then.” ________ Related: Haiku for Adulthood #52-#56 Haiku for Adulthood #47-#51 The New York Times is my lover Haiku for Adulthood #4

You found my blog by searching “haiku for drunk sluts” – Christ, that delights me. ____________ Dear anonymous Googler, Please reveal yourself! And marry me. Love, Anna Other shit that happened this week: Over at SF Weekly, I wrote about when to stop texting and use your phone as a phone. For instance: Call: When [...]

Things that happened to me this week, not organized very well, and with self-indulgent references to nothing! At SF Weekly, I gave advice on how to shame your friends into posting better Facebook comments. Then I said no one remembers who Henry David Thoreau is because he’s not on Twitter, and was immediately publicly shamed [...]

In my cubicle, there’s now a picture of me in my cubicle. ___________ Related: Haiku for Adulthood #2 Haiku for Adulthood What’s Dude Sized Hands? I dare you to NOT be enchanted by erectile dysfunction poetry

It was a big week for me last week. First, I got a marriage proposal on Twitter: Then, my interview with Nerve’s sex columnist Erin Bradley made it into the Top News slider at Mother Jones. This interview also started a war on Facebook, since apparently referencing Justin Bieber automatically makes you a child molester. [...]

My blog post “Is Auto-Tune Killing Pop Music?” somehow garnered over 20,000 page views in two days. It’s also in the “most read” sidebar on Mother Jones’ homepage. I’m not really sure why, but color me elated. I think it may have been the Jay-Z pun. You tell me? __ Related: Show me the Monae [...]

Today is Boobquake day, folks. What is that? Well you’ll just have to mosey on over to Mother Jones to find out. As if you needed another incentive besides “boobs” being in the title. Excerpt: Boobquake has taken the Internet by storm (pun unintended), flooding (sorry!) Twitter with pictures of cleavage, trending under the hashtag [...]

Check out my post at MoJo about a wacky press release that says mirdles, hair mascara and charm anklets are the key to picking up chicks. Excerpt: 2. If you’re a genius at talking the talk, lure her in by wearing a bright “notice-me” watch that says you are always available when someone is looking [...]