Prince Charles’ idiotic letters have been published, and shame on you for failing to respect him and his views on badgers.
I just plain loved Jess Zimmerman on Douglas Adams:
To say that The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy has defined my life might actually be an understatement. I now think of my preteen self as “pop culture echolalic”—I didn’t know how to think or make jokes or interact with people, so I faked it by digesting books and plays and regurgitating them in a different order. And if that seems like it’s changed as I’ve aged, it’s only because it’s gotten more seamless; I’ve chopped up the references finer, down to their component elements, so I’m more of a concrete golem than a collage. I rarely call myself a “fan” of anything, just because I’m not a joiner; fandoms, like parties, make me shift nervously and look around for a dog to talk to. But when I was 14, my best friend and I went by “Lunkwill” and “Fook” at summer camp—not because we especially identified with those characters, which are ciphers, but just to establish what world we were part of. I have a Babel fish tattooed on the inside of my left forearm. And there is nothing about myself that I love that isn’t secretly Ford Prefect.
Nikki and I wrote this big long personal thing about financial aid, and we hope you read it, and ideally pass it on to high schoolers you might know!
Do you live in Portland, Oregon? Would you like a great part-time book-y job? I would LOVE to see Toasties get them. The last time I recommended a job on here, I got a thank-you note from RH Reality Check for sending so many dynamite candidates their way, so.
beauty tips from bitches gotta eat:
foundation feels like too much work, especially to a person who works with dogs and cats all day. but i enjoy feeling like a fancy lady sometimes, and what better way than slathering some off-colored greasepaint onto my oily, scratched up, rapidly aging visage? i learned from the internet that first you gotta spackle on some primer, and the cheap one i like best is the nyx pore filler and my fave expensive jawn is the make up for ever step 1 hydrating primer. let’s be honest: i don’t have a clue whether or not these actually work. but they feel nice on my skin and everyone says you need to use them so shut up and do it. i have hella walgreens points, so i used a ton of them to buy a bunch of liquid foundations to play with. i got l’oreal true match because that’s the one beyonce wears duh; maybelline fit me matte poreless because you could for real dip your toes in the pores around my nose; and l’oreal infallible because, again, i’m a helpless sheep who sits nodding at my computer screen while writing down everything a twelve-year-old sitting in her bathroom with a video camera tells me to buy. i think i like the true match the best? but then again the infallible is smooth and velvety and seriously i don’t know what the fuck i’m talking about. i let a sephora salesgirl pressure me into this bottle of nars sheer glow foundation back in september, and it’s probably the wrong color and i bet i’m not even putting it on right but i’m using every last drop because it was forty-five real dollars and LOL THIS IS WHY I HAVE NO SAVINGS. the truth is that i don’t really like any of these hoes and keep going back to my first wife mac studiofix because i hate looking like a wet, patchy wax figure and who are we kidding i put base on maybe once a week and that’s only if some asshole is aiming an iphone camera in my general direction.
The last male northern white rhino.
This essay is so sad that I really don’t want to link to it, but it’s also very good.
The MOVE fire, thirty years later.
The white men are still leaving me angry comments, btw:
This, however, made me very happy:
