The Philadelphia Happiness Project: 12 Ways to Overcome City-Induced Angst

Even when someone spits on your open-toed shoes.

I was climbing off the bus the other day when I saw something white and foamy whiz by my open-toed sandal. I looked down—it felt like slow motion—and simultaneously realized that it was a massive globule of human spittle, flying like a tiny comet about two centimeters away from my pinky toe. I immediately looked up to sigh aggressively at the spitter and furiously stomped off the bus, my mood soured. The oblivious spitter moseyed on.

What Sex Is Your Baby? Find Out With a Colorful Cake

Welcome to 2012, when gender reveal parties are an actual thing. Ugh.

When I read in the New York Times about the trend of so-called “gender reveal parties” thrown by expectant parents, it seemed like one of those Times sort of trends you sometimes read about but never really encounter—like parents sending their kids to camp in private jets or the sudden popularity of hair buns on men.

Am I the Only Philadelphian Not Running Broad Street?

For the least healthy city in America, it sure seems like an awful lot of people have taken up jogging.

When I moved here a few years ago, people talked a lot about the Barnes moving—well back then, they talked about it not moving, actually. They talked about the new mayor, Michael Nutter. They talked about whether the Phils would ever go all the way, they talked about the new Comcast Center, they talked about the latest cab fare hikes, and they talked about … well, you know, just life and stuff.
 
 
Nowadays, they talk about Broad Street. As in the run.

Coming Soon to Philly: More Mosquitoes, Ticks and Bees Than You’ve Ever Seen

Our warm winter has laid the foundation for the creepiest, crawliest summer ever.

As our mild winter officially wraps up, it seems a wild summer is imminent. And by wild, I mean buggy. Last week I wrote about the possibility of zombies invading Center City; this week my more immediate concern is bees invading Center City. And mosquitos. And those things with antennae and lots of legs. Just weeks into spring, there's already been multiple TV news reports about how our lovely winter could lead to more pests (a “bumper crop of bug babies” as one newscaster put it); the Wall Street Journal recently detailed a horrifying prediction about ticks coming out early, for extra months of disease-spreading fun.

Where to Hide When Zombies Invade Philly

Where would you camp out?

Well, it's finally happened. Zombies are eating our brains.
 
 
They're not scooping 'em out and shoving them down open maws like they do in the movies. But they might as well: If your brain is like mine, then it's been pretty much taken over by the idea of the living dead. I mean, it's been two weeks since the season finale of AMC's Walking Dead—a show that I don't even think is all that awesome, to be honest—and still not a single day has gone by that I haven't wondered to myself at some point: Where will I go if/when zombies take over Philly?

Want Great Customer Service? Visit the Parking Authority

City employees are some of the most polite, cordial service workers I’ve dealt with in Philly. (Really!)

I often note—and sometimes write about—the lackluster quality of human interaction in this town, especially in service capacities. At a moment when service with a smile seems like a quaint vestige left over from those grand old times when people didn't whip out their phones in the middle of supper, I am generally satisfied if service comes with anything more than a grunt. People aren't trying to be rude or unfriendly, I don't think: They're simply not trying at all.
 
 
There are, of course, exceptions to the new rule of less-is-more interaction, and the biggest surprise of all of these came to me recently, at jury duty. Obviously, I wasn't thrilled about fulfilling this particular civic duty—it's a pain to fall behind at work while you just sit (and sit and sit) waiting to be chosen or let go. I admit that when I got there, I was not trying to be my most courteous self, that I certainly did not walk in there with a smile. Nor did many of my fellow citizens.
 
 
To my great surprise, though, every city employee—from the guy at the metal detector to the people handing out name tags to the woman who wrangled all us potential jurors into our appropriate courtrooms to the bailiff—was exceedingly polite to the unsmiling masses.

SXSW’s Homeless Hotspots Exploit Disenfranchised Americans

Marketing agency BBH claims altruistic reasons for using homeless people as wi-fi transmitters, but their cheeky T-shirts say otherwise.

South by Southwest's technology conference usually gets props as one of the cooler geek-fests in the country, but this year, most of the dispatches from Austin have been about been a marketing agency called BBH that decided to use homeless people as wireless transmitters. For $20 a day plus tips, each of the 13 “employees” carried Wi-Fi devices while wearing cheeky T-shirts: “I'm Christy, a 4G Hotspot.”
 
 
The conference attendees, running around with their smartphones and tech toys would be encouraged to tip.
 
 
Gross, right?

Beards Are Sexy (Especially When Jon Hamm Has One)

Science—yes, science!—says facial hair is unattractive. I beg to differ.

Yesterday, while preparing to write a blog about gun violence, I got distracted by this other very important headline: “Women REALLY Don't Like Beards”, which then led me to another link “Beards Get Respect, But Not Women, Study Finds.” Both articles referred to an experiment in which women shown pictures of men from New Zealand and Samoa with and without beards, and the women found the clean-shaven men “significantly more attractive”—no matter what their country. They did find, however, that beards lent a man a certain seriousness, an air of gravitas.
 
 
“Good job focusing on important things, science,” one Gawker blogger commented. “This is why we don't have hover boards.”

America’s War on Women

Have politicians forgotten about the women’s rights movement?

I do not get all the vitriol aimed at women right now.
 
 
Over the past couple months, I have fretted over the following things that, we have been assured, are not an attack on women: the idea that any religious institution thinks it should decide who can and cannot be insured when it comes to women’s birth control; the idea that Rick Santorum would like to stop insuring prenatal testing for women; the two state legislatures in this country that wanted to force women and their doctors into invasive and medically unnecessary procedures; the rabid attack on all of the many medical services Planned Parenthood provides; the United States Congressman who refused to allow even one woman to testify  in a Congressional hearing about birth control; and that Indiana legislator who insists that the Girl Scouts are a threat to American life as we know it.