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By David Berry: Valentine’s Day is five days away. And like all good lovers, I too will be celebrating the day as the Romans did in the 3rd century A.D. – by executing two men named Valentine in the time-tested tradition of Emperor Claudius II. Wait, that’s not what this is all about? Bravo, Russell Stover, bravo. I had no clue. Jokes aside, we all know that Valentine’s Day isn’t for slaughtering people, but we know that it is a commercial […]

Can I Be Real About Valentine’s Day for a Minute?


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By David Berry: Your Facebook ‘friends’ might have you convinced that they’ve fought tooth and nail over opposing political views and, as a result, lost friends during the presidential election. They’re full of shit. The average Facebook user has roughly 338 friends. But it seems that the people who feel they’ve lost Facebook friends  are confusing them with real friends. And let’s face it – at best, each of us is lucky to have 10 friends. […]

You Didn’t Lose Any Friends During the Election


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By David Berry: Valentine’s Day can be traced back to a bunch of guys named ‘Valentine’ who were martyrs for Christianity back in the first century. That’s your history lesson for the day. And I love a lot of you, but I’m not about to get mauled to death to prove it. And that whole martyrdom story more or less validates the title of this blog – Valentine’s Day is Bullshit. I’ve known that for a […]

Valentine’s Day is Bullshit



You deserve to fail. I’m sure your mother disagrees. And while I’m sure she’s a fine woman, your mother is wrong. Because seriously, IF you hit the snooze bar three times, skipped the gym again, stopped at Dunkin Donuts for breakfast, cranked out eight half-assed hours at work, then went home and caught up on Netflix because you were “too tired” to do anything else, then I mean it – you deserve to fail. That said, I include myself in […]

You Deserve to Fail


Daniel and I were standing by the sliding glass doors at the back of the living room of the house, if you could call it that. We’d somehow escaped an open floor plan filled with people, most of whom were congregated in the kitchen sharing bottles of craft beer and a newly opened package of Lindt chocolate truffles. “This place is awesome,” I said, looking over to the kitchen and scanning right to gaze up […]

To Consume or Create?


The 10 Phases of Dating, my debut book, goes on sale in 35 days! In the past couple of years, I’ve fallen out of habit with writing on my blog, but I’m planning to change that from now through the launch of the book.  __________________ I lost my virginity when I was 26 years old. (Usually after I share that information, I let it hang out there in dumbfounded silence for a few seconds. One. […]

The 26 Year Old Virgin



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White people will tell you it exists, but that it’s true of other white people. Black people will tell you they’re victims of it. And Hispanic or Latino people – you know, ‘Mexicans’ to the uninformed – are being unilaterally threatened with deportation because of it. (And Syrians, and judges in Indiana, and…) It is racism, or what the dictionary defines as the belief that all members of each race possess characteristics or abilities specific to that […]

I am a Racist


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This week, I found out that a girl friend of mine was the victim of a vicious sexual assault during college. At a train station, in a seemingly safe public setting no less. Learning the news made my stomach turn with nausea. Partly because I had said something to make light of it.

The End of the Rape Joke


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One month ago on this blog, I wrote at length about testing my metaphorical, professional parachute. On April 25, I filed for the incorporation of DB + Partners, seven days after beginning the grassroots efforts of actually having a business worth incorporating – on the day I wrote that blog. That first night, I stayed up until 1:00 a.m. writing down a list of contacts and old friends that I would need to reach out […]

In 30 Days



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I got fired from my job yesterday. In my subjective opinion, what I did – or failed to do – was low on the list of fire-able offenses. But guess what? My name isn’t on the side of the building, and my opinion on what qualifies as a fire-able offense is irrelevant. Even more so as I write this.

Opening Your Parachute