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Jillian Anthony is a California girl in New York—writing, reading, seeing, eating, drinking, and obsessing about things.

April 14, 2014 at 7:24pm
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Summary of dating in New York

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3:01pm
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Always Florida followed closely by Ohio.

Always Florida followed closely by Ohio.

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12:47am
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Too many young women I think are harder on themselves than circumstances warrant. They are too often selling themselves short. They too often take criticism personally instead of seriously. You should take criticism seriously because you might learn something, but you can’t let it crush you. You have to be resilient enough to keep moving forward, whatever the personal setbacks and even insults that come your way might be. That takes a sense of humor about yourself and others. Believe me, this is hard-won advice I’m putting forth. It’s not like you wake up and understand this. It’s a process.

— Hilary Clinton, on taking criticism. (via ayabug)

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April 13, 2014 at 10:21pm
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kateoplis:

Hello NY

10:16pm
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sickbeautee:

City

sickbeautee:

City

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April 12, 2014 at 3:31pm
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My goal for the summer is to have sex with the same person twice.

— A dear friend who understands the hardships of dating in New York

April 11, 2014 at 4:15pm
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Reblogged from thefrenemy

New York The Terrible or Beautiful

thefrenemy:

It’s never occurred to me to leave New York City.

I couldn’t. Every weekend is somebody’s birthday, every weekday is a glass of wine with a friend, a finally getting around to the gym, a trip to the store to find something useless I’ve needed for months. I don’t have the time. Sometimes, many times, I want to. I dream of places with open space, leg room, sunlight, and forgiveness.

I do not look at New York like a love and I do not look at New York like the way you look at things you blindly love. I look at New York City like something that could never love me back and more often than not, I am resentful of that. Sometimes I am jealous of the people who hold it tenderly, who look at it as a vast jungle of pizza slices and opportunity. Those people believe more strongly in baseball, in coffee, in bagels than I ever could. The distaste I feel leaves me no closer to leaving than yesterday. I tick off the reasons why not and finally, settle on “cue that skyline at sunset” and a place nearby that serves decent Bloody Marys.

New York City makes you angrier than you were before, specifically at people. People who innocently grab the subway pole near you, or take your seat, or bob their head to headphoned music, or walk slow, or block your entryway to the bodega freezer. You become immune to real things on the way to whiskey bars, you wish you could scream your name and have a flicker of recognition somewhere, and you know that you cannot. You walk past police tape on the way to grab a sandwich. You rent an apartment in areas where your presence forces people out of it. You hear stories of people getting shot, and they are a cough swept under the rug. Your only thoughts: the quickest subway route, the money in the bank, when will I go on vacation. You become a planet slowly orbiting in the middle of nowhere: if you lose your keys your friends are oh, so far away to help you. If you cry, nobody notices. You are responsible for keeping yourself in orbit, and all too many times you forget how. A weekend out in the suburbs or Massachusetts reminds you only of how you are out of place and how you dress funny and it still keeps you dreaming of someplace different. This place, you feel, might not exist.

In New York City, the elements are soot, fire, tap water. You buy expensive face cream to imitate what the sun and open air do. You believe love is in dark corners, you believe 4am is a decent time, you cannot leave your phone anywhere or it will be gone forever.

Some days, like yesterday, I pulled out Google Maps and it wasn’t working and this made me feel so critically alone I thought my chest would burst. Where would I go, I thought, and I had no answer so I just kept walking. I found where I was because I kept going, and in that moment, I remembered why I liked New York City so damn much. It kicks you, I think, and almost pats you on the back while it is doing so.

And maybe, sometimes in the spring, I love baseball a little more. I use “smear” in instructions to the bagel man. I walk on cobblestone streets and feel the sun on me and try something like a dosa or a street taco. I meet a friend who has become a room to me in the house I am trying to build. I feel greater successes, I wipe my tears, I keep going until I find the place I am looking for. New York City is not my lover but it is my toughest love. I want to leave, often, but suspect I never will.

Then again, here I am on the subway ride from Brooklyn to Manhattan, and the city skyline still feels like a miserable, beautiful beast I’m not sure I’ll ever be allowed to claim.

3:10pm
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Yesterday I caught myself openly rolling my eyes at two high schoolers sweetly kissing on the subway.

New York, what have you done to me? Who is this curmudgeon?

April 8, 2014 at 4:18pm
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An email from Janthony on my 26th birthday:

April 8, 1988-Jillian Margarita Anthony is born at 6:04 A.M.  
Jillian weighs 6 lbs 5 oz and is 20” long
 RONALD REAGAN was president.
The Last Emperor-Movie of the year
Alf-Popular TV show for the year 1988
April 10th, 1988-Jillian comes home.
April 29th, 1988-Jillian held her head up by herself for the first time
May 20th, 1988-Jillian turned her head to follow movement
May 23, 1988-Jillian slept all night 11:30pm-6:30am
**But didn’t continue to sleep all night.
May 8th, 1988-First Smile
June 6th, 1988-Laughed out loud for the first time
Aug 9th, 1988-Jillian discovers her feet and hands
Sept 12th, 1988-Jillian eats her first solid food, rice cereal, and she likes it!
Sept 13th, 1988-Jillian falls off our bed by schooching herself backwards of of our bed during naptime. (oops)
Oct 15th, 1988-Jillian sat up alone for the first time
Oct 27th, 1988-Jillian crawled for the first time
Nov 21, 1988-Jillian pulls herself up on the coffee 
table
Nov 21st, 1988-Jillian is baptized today
Nov 24th, 1988-Jillian’s first Thanksgiving and eats her first egg yolk
December 9th, 1988-Jillian gets her first haircut

**First year travels-
First plane ride-Monterey, California
additional flights-
Pheonix, Ariz
Hawaii 3 times in her first year!
March 3rd, 1989 Jillian took her first steps all by herself
July 6th, 1989-Jillian climbs out of her crib by herself
What an absolute joy you have been for Daddy and I!  Happy baby and a happy child, always singing and laughing and joyous!  We have enjoyed you so much Jillian.

I’ve been so loved in the last 25 years. Here’s to my 26th year, the year of Jillian Gets Weird.

An email from Janthony on my 26th birthday:

April 8, 1988-Jillian Margarita Anthony is born at 6:04 A.M.  

Jillian weighs 6 lbs 5 oz and is 20” long

 RONALD REAGAN was president.

The Last Emperor-Movie of the year

Alf-Popular TV show for the year 1988

April 10th, 1988-Jillian comes home.

April 29th, 1988-Jillian held her head up by herself for the first time

May 20th, 1988-Jillian turned her head to follow movement

May 23, 1988-Jillian slept all night 11:30pm-6:30am

**But didn’t continue to sleep all night.

May 8th, 1988-First Smile

June 6th, 1988-Laughed out loud for the first time

Aug 9th, 1988-Jillian discovers her feet and hands

Sept 12th, 1988-Jillian eats her first solid food, rice cereal, and she likes it!

Sept 13th, 1988-Jillian falls off our bed by schooching herself backwards of of our bed during naptime. (oops)

Oct 15th, 1988-Jillian sat up alone for the first time

Oct 27th, 1988-Jillian crawled for the first time

Nov 21, 1988-Jillian pulls herself up on the coffee 

table

Nov 21st, 1988-Jillian is baptized today

Nov 24th, 1988-Jillian’s first Thanksgiving and eats her first egg yolk

December 9th, 1988-Jillian gets her first haircut

**First year travels-

First plane ride-Monterey, California

additional flights-

Pheonix, Ariz

Hawaii 3 times in her first year!

March 3rd, 1989 Jillian took her first steps all by herself

July 6th, 1989-Jillian climbs out of her crib by herself

What an absolute joy you have been for Daddy and I!  Happy baby and a happy child, always singing and laughing and joyous!  We have enjoyed you so much Jillian.

I’ve been so loved in the last 25 years. Here’s to my 26th year, the year of Jillian Gets Weird.

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Me on my 26th birthday

Me on my 26th birthday

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