olive b. persimmon blog

It’s a tale as old as time, passed down from men to boys. “Nice guys finish last.” The popularity of “50 Shades of Grey” has complicated...

DO I even exist? Lately people have been uncertain if I am a person. It all started last Tuesday when my friend wanted me to review her...

“I have a bunch of weapons if you want to use them,” Ryan said, reaching inside the black drawstring bag. He pulled out a hairbrush....

In my last post I stated boldly that I wanted to kiss someone and I didn’t care who it was. I also brought up deli meat and confessed to...

Five attractive female butts are staring at me from my computer screen. I’m looking at the photos we’re going to use to rebrand this very...

For years, I’ve watched shows with roller coaster relationships of on-again, off-again couples. Ross and Rachel, Carrie and Big, Robin...

If I hear the word “Platform” one more fucking time, I’m going to punch someone in the face. Seriously, I am. If one more person values...

It’s February. The magic of Christmas is over and the dreariness of January is lingering in our minds. The weather is nice this year so...

Surprise! People can’t read minds. It’s one of the most common reasons why relationships fail. We expect our partner to just know what we...

Despite my current status of affairs, I wasn’t always celibate. In fact, there was a point in my life when I was having lots of sex....

I’m furiously running down the street, backpack in hand, with only two minutes to spare. I’m late. To pickup Molly, the four-year-old...

Failure. It’s a buzzword on the lips of successful millionaires and personal development gurus alike. “Fail beautifully,” they’ll tell...

I prefer to grieve alone. On balconies on the 27th floor or in the middle of empty parking lots. In stairwells and forgotten corners of...

l'll admit it, I’ve done it. I’m not proud of it, and even though I was much younger and dumber than I am now, I can’t change the fact...

Hi, I’m Olive and I’m a feminist. Most people have some sort of reaction to hearing this. It’s either “Yeah, girl! Me too!” or some...

I’m five months away from my high school reunion. It’s time for me to impress all the men who didn’t date me, the girls who picked on me,...