If you had told me ten years ago, when I was in the midst of my pimply, awkward, boy-terrified teens that there would soon be a world where I could do nearly all communication online or via text, rather than shaky-handily calling my crush, only to hang up three times in a row when he answered, I would’ve begged for you to send me to the future right then and there. Things are different now. Social media lets you avoid and ignore to your heart’s content, leaving you blissfully alone with your laptop so you can update your Facebook status.

I jumped on the Foursquare bandwagon relatively early. I was at a bar in the Lower East Side sharing in some revelry (and one too many Arrogant Bastards) when my friend Nando said, “Hey, Bebe,” (his nickname for me), “Are you on Foursquare yet?” Ever one to be a part of the latest social media [...]

Ironically, right as the march began, a very real and very vivid rainbow appeared in the sky. This was clearly a sign of support from God.