I'm more famous than you. No big deal.

Ok just kidding! Maybe! I don't know. This week's My Life, My Fault column at EYE is about my own micro-celebrity. I will not insult your probably gigantic intelligence by explicating the conflicts and dramas I endured when writing this. But there were some. Anyway, fuck, this whole thing is complicated by wanting so badly to be honest and report things like this truthfully without diving headlong into Lake Asshole. I think I did a good job, ultimately. Ok byeee!

Claustro-sucky-baby

Randomly throughout my life I've encountered serious claustrophobia. Once I was briefly trapped on the subway (so maybe "trapped" isn't totally accurate) and after that just drove and walked and took the streetcar everywhere for months. It took moving to car-only California and then coming back to get on a subway without bursting into tears on the platform (did this one in front of my mom while she was visiting. Not a good look. Also if you're not comforted in a scary-to-you situation by your incredibly sweet mother than you're fuuuuucked). Anyway I thought that writing about a recent, extended episode of claustrophobia in my EYE column would cure me. Sometimes that works. Except, it's worse. I have to meet my friend Rhys uptown tonight and I'm wondering if I can walk it in the cheap flats I'm wearing or if it's worth a fat cab fare. And, thinking seriously about getting back on SSRIs for this even though otherwise I'm happy as a clam. BLEEERG!

Stuff

Hiiiii. I'm about to go on holiday but look! New column called Tyranny of Stuff about the glut of things we tend to live with. Have a good week duders!

Heartbeats

Latest column for EYE WEEKLY is called I Feel It In My Heartbeat. It's about the ultra-scary day I spent at the hospital getting my heart checked (turns out: just a panic attack or something non-heart-attacky).

Aunthood

New column is up today and in print tomorrow: The Agony (and the Ecstasy) Aunt, about me and my four nephews and two nieces. Read it here.

Other People's Sex Lives

New(ish- the Toronto International Film Festival has meant I've been in the office doing things like "blogging" and "working" about 98% less than usual) column is called The Sex That You're Not Having and you can read it heeeeeeere. This is another entry into my personal canon of trying to make people think about sex in a less squeamish way.

School's Cool!

On September 24th the fall session of my Creative Journalism class begins. Want to sign up or know someone who might? Link is here. Or email me (kcarraway@eyeweekly.com) with any questions. I'm super friendly! Maybe this time someone will call me "Teach".