These videos capture Stacey reading at New York City's KGB Bar from an in-progress book of personal essays about her failed dating adventures in New York City.
"Emails I Wish I'd Received In Advance From Men I've Recently Dated"
In this excerpt from a series titled, "Emails I Wish I'd Received In Advance From Men I've Recently Dated," Stacey receives notes to her imaginary inbox that could lend her a chance to avoid everything from having sex to the same Incubus song on repeat for 30 minutes, to dating a man who legally adds an extra consonant to his name for artistic credibility. Also on deck for Stacey: men with unconquerable insecurities about their penis size, bros who wear flip flops in 40 degree weather, and a puppeteer who is a fan of "wizard rock, long capes and anything that breathes fire."
"On Going Dutch"
"These days, it is easier to detect pregnancy, to predict snowstorms and hurricanes, to guess who cut the cheese, to determine who killed which party guest and with what weapon than it is to figure out whether a man will pick up a check on the first date." In this reading from a piece titled, "On Going Dutch," Stacey tackles the oft-debated subject of who should pay for first dates; a question that even after a decade of power-dating in Manhattan, she still finds difficult to answer.
"Is There A Podiatrist In The House?"
"Of the five members of my nuclear family, only my father is a certified Doctor of Podiatric Medicine. But members of podiatry families are like the backseat drivers of the foot-fixing community. We are always on the lookout for errant warts or hammertoes, even in the busiest traffic." In an excerpt from "Is There A Podiatrist In The House, the only essay of the KGB reading not connected to her dating adventures, Stacey discusses what it's like to be part of a family whose standards for foot hygiene are impossibly high, and whose dinner table conversation consistently revolves around the most neglected extremities of 80 and 90 year-olds.