Actually, I prefer dinners that involve tasty burgers and short, brisk walks, preferably accompanied by witty, Sorkin-esque rapid fire banter.
I'm a big feminist, a little funny and not altogether unintelligent.
That, and watching a lot of documentaries on Netflix and trying to figure out how they get the caramel in the Caramilk bar.
-Obscure trivia (did you know the term bootlegging comes from Prohibition when whiskey sellers would ride into town on horseback and let the locals drink from the whiskey in his boot?)
-Telling long stories that don't go anywhere, like the time I went to Shelbyville with an onion on my belt
-Feigning an interest in sports when a team from the general geographic region I live in scores more points than teams from other regions and, as a result, ends up in a tournament. GO LOCAL SPORTS TEAM!
-"The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration In The Age of Colorblindness" by Michelle Alexander
-"Black Against Empire: The History and Politics of the Black Panther Party" by Joshua Bloom and Waldo E. Martin
-"The Kite Runner" by Khaled Hosseini
-"Storming the Pink Palace" by Patrick Monahan
-""The Financial Lives of the Poets" by Jess Walters
-"Rae Days" by Thomas Walkhom
"The West Wing"
"Last Week Tonight"
"Power and Politics"
"Orange Is the New Black"
"Better Call Saul"
"Homeland" (although, I admit that's a guilty pleasure that requires me turn off my critical thinking and overlook the blatant racism and jingosim)
A Tribe Called Quest
A Tribe Called Red
As for movies, I love anything by Wes Anderson (especially The Grand Budapest Hotel and The Life Aquatic) and documentaries on pretty much anything.
2. My phone (so that I can tell where I'm going, and so I can look up completely random bits of information when the compulsion arises, as it often does)
3. E Street Radio when I have to rent a car with satellite radio for a long road trip.
4. The "Fight The Power" playlist on Google Music
5. Running water, electricity, indoor heating (seriously, civilization is pretty sweet.)
6. Really awful puns
7. Itemized lists
One thing I can totally do without: OK Cupid's attempts to fit me into their numerical conformity, man.
-Why does the National Post continue to publish Barbara Kay's idiotic drivel?
-How irritated I am by the lack of the jetpacks my childhood promised me I'd have by now.
Either that, or not letting the vodka go bad.
It's been an obsession of mine since I got fired from the calendar factory for taking a few days off.
You've been referred to as a feminist killjoy or a feminazi at least once.
Or, you're intelligent, care about politics and/or the world around you and you would like to show me around the city.