Barbarella Fokos

Barbarella Fokos
Barbarella was discovered in 2004 when Reader elves happened along her blog, Barbarella’s Pillow Talk. She has been writing her column, Diary of a Diva ever since. Why the name diva? It’s the best thing we could come up with for a dominant woman, control-freak, and socialite who loves to tell it like it is, even though we all know she’s overcompensating for her inherent nerdiness. Barb continues to blog and posts pics on her personal web site, divabarbarella.com.


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Latest Articles

Literature for the white-socks-and-orange-slippers set

If I can read a book, I can get a job

At first glance, Unit 800’s classroom looks like any ordinary high-school classroom. It has all the usual stuff: bookshelves, white board, map of the world, and around a dozen student desks. Pinned near the ceiling ...

The Hanged Man

This is it. The final installment of Diary of a Diva.

I have kept every message I’ve ever received, the most poignant and rewarding being the responses to my stories about my struggles with anxiety and depression.

Cruise loos

The salty-dog bowel-and-bladder conundrum

David is the guy who, upon hearing a fart joke at a party, rolls his eyes and repeats the adage that, given enough time, all conversations seem to devolve into discussions of bodily functions.

Taste of the familiar

A sampling of standbys

While I enjoy trying new places, I still tend to gravitate toward the familiar. I don’t want to have to guess whether a restaurant will have friendly service, a comfortable space, and satisfying food — ...

Death of a darling

Oh, creative types!

David dropped his head, and, with the faintest hint of a smile, whispered, “I hate you.” This phrase has become the swan song for each of his arguments in their moment of death.

Queen Mother

Her helping me was really me helping her

When Mom “joked” about working for me, I called her bluff. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, because I could use some help,” I said. Instead of the “gotcha” laugh I expected, Mom’s face lit up.

Inner Fire Dragon

“Thirty-five to 40 is really the golden age for women.”

When I asked Dad what he thought happens to women after 40, he laughed and said, “They turn,” a term that, moments before, he’d joked was akin to milk spoiling.

A neighborhood eatery in which the neighborhood had a say

Cucina Sorella comes to Kensington

Cucina Sorella (which means “sister” in Italian) offers the same warm and welcoming atmosphere we’ve come to expect from the other cucinas of the Urban Kitchen Group (Cucina Urbana, Cucina Enoteca), all overseen by owner ...

Shut up already

Thoughts and pulse race in Trader Joe’s parking lot

“See how this part is orange? That’s supposed to be red. I’m looking to find a guy who paints cars, with airbrushes, because I want to get these airbrushed back to the red that they were when I bought them.”

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