Jamil Smith on the past and future of race coverage in the United States (Jamil Smith is great):
As the number of black journalists in newsrooms inched up in the 1990s, the number of formal race beats declined. Racial coverage began to migrate to media organizations and websites that covered it full time. Colorlines, a racial justice magazine, launched in 1998. Racialicious, a blog that examines the intersection of race and pop culture, started in 2006. The next year, PostBourgie began publishing, and served as a launching pad for celebrated black journalists, like Jamelle Bouie of Slate and Shani O. Hilton, executive editor of BuzzFeed News. In 2008, comedian Elon James White debuted This Week in Blackness, which features podcasts, video series, and a news blog. These sites don’t bring in corporate dollars like Vox or FiveThirtyEight, but they have survived and even thrived by concentrating their coverage on issues affecting people of color, and by providing opportunities for writers to write on these subjects with a frankness rarely seen in mainstream publications.
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KIND OF A PROBLEM for MMA that Ronda Rousey is too good at it, tbqh. I think she’s a real jerk about Fallon Fox, though.
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for 4 years ive had to make do w/ what passes for men in this place. w/ their untucked shirts, boneless faces, their stars both wars & trek
— every 30 Rock insult (@30rock_insults) March 3, 2015
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Fascinating reported piece on race, terrorism, and how the French police responded to the Charlie Hebdo attack:
Part of Christophe’s standard training was learning that though a cop could shoot a civilian in legitimate defense, he couldn’t shoot excessively—and that he could still get fired, anyway. The politics and the culture of France did not stand behind a policeman who killed, cadets and officers were warned. But the GIGN got a different message: In training, instructors told stories about the time they had to put 11 bullets in a guy. “If you shoot someone just in the leg who has a gun,” Theo was cautioned in one of their classes, “he’ll kill you.”
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A few years ago, someone asked how it came about that I ended up living with Doris Lessing in my teens. I was in the middle of the story of the to-ing and fro-ing between my parents and was finally reaching the psychiatric hospital bit when the man said something extraordinary, something that had never occurred to me or to anyone else to whom I’d told the story.
‘Why didn’t you just do what you were told?’ he asked.
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Lydia Kiesling on Ishiguro’s The Buried Giant:
At some moments, I felt I had found an apocryphal eighth Chronicle of Narnia, written by a particularly cheerless, possibly aphasic disciple of C.S. Lewis. While Ishiguro’s “turn to fantasy” has been compared to J.R.R. Tolkien and, heaven forfend, George R.R. Martin, the Christian allegory and honor-bound Britishness of Lewis is where I think the novel is more at home. If you remember Eustace Scrubb and Jill Poole and Puddleglum making their way across the terrible moor and through the ruined giant city, you’re there with Beatrice and Axl as they struggle across the Great Plain where the giant lies buried, always on the lookout for enchantments. Even the narrative perspective nods, intentionally or no, to Lewis, in its occasional breaks to address the reader, breaks that are just enough to remind you that you aren’t alone in the room. The third-person omniscient narrator Ishiguro employs for much of the novel places the reader in time in much the same way that Lewis’s did: “Once inside it, you would not have thought this longhouse so different from the sort of rustic canteen many of you will have experienced in one institution or another.” Compare to Lewis’s friendly signposts: “You have never seen such clothes, but I can remember them,” or “They came out on one of those rough roads (we should hardly call them roads at all in England)”.
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Over at Millihelen, a lipstick love letter.
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Steve: We should finish 22 Jump Street, isn’t the 24 rental period almost up?
Me: (silence)
Steve: Did…did you actually buy 22 Jump Street?
Me: (silence)
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Tags: feminism, link roundup, the internet
Hi Nicole! I know you’ve already done a few link round-ups…but hi!
Now off to actually click the links, although I need no link to confirm the surprising amount of charm in 22 Jump St.
Oh man that Jenny Diski piece is so good. I think a lot of people, as adults, forget how whip-smart kids are. You know when someone doesn’t know what to tell you or how to respond or how to be functional. You have to have that instinct as a kid. But that instinct means that sometimes you don’t do what you’re told at all; sometimes because no one’s said anything about what you should do anyway, and sometimes because what they tell you is wrong. Being obedient as a kid is sometimes overrated.
The episode of This Week in Blackness in which White talks with his estranged and largely absent father is one of the most intimate things I’ve ever heard (link). White is a smart, quick-witted speaker, but every once in a while you can almost hear him being clotheslined by emotion. Fantastic, brave, and worth a listen.
I love the smell of expensive lipstick. A woman’s version of Proust’s “memento Madeleine” would be of the scent of expensive lipstick and the kisses and affairs and parties that scent memory engendered.
This might be an odd question, but…what does lipstick smell like? I don’t have a sense of smell (except mint, which is weird), and now I’m curious.
Different brands have entirely different smells. Chanel has an addictive, swoony almost what I imagine to be a sweet slightly intoxicating opium den like smell. Estee Lauder smells like tropical honey flowers. Smell of course is personal and each one will smell different to each person. I occasionally lose my sense of smell due to MS and when I do I especially miss the smell of peaches and lavender that some French lipsticks have
It varies a lot! I just took a deep whiff of my MAC lipstick and it smells very faintly sweet and a little bit like pencil shavings, weirdly enough. Some brands have synthetic fragrances, usually floral or something food-y like vanilla, and some have this distinct smell that I always think of as “old lady smell” – not in a bad way but it reminds me of my grandmother’s lipsticks. I’ve also had to toss a NYX lipstick because it smelled very strongly of cleaning products.
(If you don’t have a sense of smell, then do descriptions of fragrances mean anything to you? Does it mess with your sense of taste as well?)
I have a MAC lipstick from a while ago that smells overwhelmingly like vanilla pound cake to me and I love it
Fragrance descriptions sort of mean something, in that I read them and sort of decide, ‘that sounds like a nice/not nice sort of smell.’ More than anything, my idea of what good and bad (well, outside of the universally-agreed-on bad things, like rotting food or what have you) smells are is based on…other people’s opinions, I guess? Like, lots of people I know who can smell agree that (for example) the scent of, say, citrus is a nice thing, so if I read something about citrus in a fragrance description, I feel like I can trust it’ll smell okay. This makes me sound way more susceptible to suggestion than I feel like I am, though? I dunno.
As for taste, food is really sort of a base flavors (sweet, salt, umami, etc) and a texture thing for me–I can differentiate between things (strawberries don’t taste the same as blackberries, for example), but a lot of flavor nuances are lost on me.
Yeah, I’ve just realized I have no idea what lipstick smells like, let alone expensive lipstick.
I haven’t opened a tube of lipstick in probably 5 years but I think lipstick is what my grandma smelled like.
I have a bright red L’Oreal lipstick that is not expensive. It smells like a crayon. It’s a very waxy smell.
I have a bright orangey-red Stila lipstick that is more expensive. It smells like peppermint and happiness.
I like them both.
I am very unfamiliar with lipstick but my primary scent association is crayons.
Now I just use minty Burt’s Bees lip shimmer or whatever they call it, but this thread is making me want to seek out yummy lipstick flavors. I don’t know how to wear lipstick though. 🙁
My guide to wearing lipstick:
1.Find a colour you think is pretty
2.Put it on your face, roughly where your lips are
3.Enjoy
(I wear everything from bright orange to lilac and have NO IDEA if most of it is flattering)
You are winning at life.
Burt’s Bees! I usually just use L’Oreal or Revlon (though not anymore, their CEO is a total dick) lipstick for color and throw mango or acai flavored BB lip balms on top for better flavor.
I love how cheap Rimmel lipsticks smell, like candy, chalk, and the color pink. With topnotes of play doh?
Why didn’t you just do what you were told?
Why didn’t you just meet everyone’s expectations of you?
Why didn’t you just stop thinking for yourself?
Why didn’t you just become a completely different person?
JUMP STREETS FOREVER
All incarnations
This is the CleverManka gif signal.
I just watched 21 Jump Street the other day and noticed Dakota Johnson is in it. Now Nicole mentions it in the LR the day after she praises Dakota Johnson publicly in another LR?!? COINCIDENCE?!??!?!
My friend said “I don’t like Channing Tatum” and I said, “that’s fine, but we’re watching 22 Jump Street” and then about two hours later she said, “okay, I get the appeal,” and my work was done.
I got swamped at work! Sorry! Here’s two to make up for it!
Edit: also, JUMP STREET MOVIES 5EVAH
I have only recently jumped on the Channing Tatum bandwagon, mostly because whenever I think of his last name it reminds me of the store brand potato chips from Stop and Shop. TATUMS WERE SO GOOD, YOU GUYS
Reading that 30 Rock twitter is like having a new way to re-watch all the episodes! And that’s totally exactly what I need to be doing with my life!!
I’ve re-watched them so many times already, I could definitely use a fresh angle to do it again.
I’m re-watching Mad Men since Mr. BHam has never seen it, and literally everytime someone on the show says, “May I have a word?” I say, “Specifically, the word ‘talking’?” and giggle to myself.
You know a show is good when it can FURTHER improve other already-pretty-decent shows.
@paisleylo and I saw 22 Jump Street in theaters with our boyfriends. We loved it very very much. So much, in fact, that it has spawned our standard rating system: a scale of 1 to 5 Channing Tatum Necks [or CTNs]. This scale can be used for Channing Tatum movies, of course, but also for wine tastings, concerts, and basically anything else that you would give stars. [Just envision that thick, solid trapezoid popping out of a tuxedo, underneath his chiseled, manly (if a bit moony) face.]
To piggyback on that (or..Channingback), we may or may not have invented something called a “Channing Tatum Neck Neckerchief” which is a folded article of cloth that is emblazoned with repeating images of Channing Tatum’s disembodied neck.
Ronda Rousey is kind of a jerk in a bunch of circumstances, but on the other hand, that’s kind of what it means to be the best fighter. Muhammed Ali was the best boxer, and that guy talked shit on people 70-100% of the time. I guess it’s not good to be a jerk, but somehow it’s right?
I don’t know, don’t be a jerk. But also, dang.
There was an article a while back on HuffPo that discussed the supposed “advantage” that trans* athletes supposedly have, and it is… none, after a period of HRT. Fallon Fox is cited as a particular example.
Rousey has a lot of issues, and has herself had a rough road, but that is no excuse for being a jackwagon to Fox. Just meet her in the ring and beat her, Ronda.
Oh, whoah, I actually didn’t know the specifics of that (I have limited internet access here at work, where we’re still four iterations behind on internet explorer); I just assumed it was part of a regular course of shit-talking.
Well, that is an unacceptable avenue for it, I agree.
22 Jump Street deserves inclusion in the Library of Congress and everyone should own a copy
CHANNING.
i can’t even
This is AMAZEBALLS (I normally use “amazing” but this joyous bit of computer graphics needs a parallel, nonsensical word to describe it.)!!!!!!!
i don’t know what this is but you bet your sweet bippy i saved it to my gif folder
Toasts, I just had to talk to A Man on the phone at work, and I had to spell my first name out of him a dozen times, and when he emailed me later he managed to fit two spelling errors in there. My first name has 5 letters in it. How do you manage to mess it up that badly? He threw a consonant in that has absolutely no business being there.
Imagine telling someone, “My name is Megan, that’s M-E-G-A-N” and then you get an email that starts with “Hi Mpeghan.”
(My name’s not actually Megan though.)
WHY ARE MEN SO USELESS.
The number of times I have spelled my name for people (“M-A-Y-A”) and then gotten stuff back for “Mia” is UNCOUNTABLE.
IT’S FOUR GODDAMN LETTERS. TWO OF THEM ARE THE SAME.
My name is spelled R-O-B-Y-N. Which, I’ll grant you, is not the most traditional spelling of the name, but it’s hardly outlandish or confusing. My name is spelled out in my work email address ([email protected]), and also written out twice in my email signature. And yet I continue to receive numerous emails that begin with “Hi Robin!”
Bitch, that’s not my name.
Oh my god uncommon Y solidarity. I can’t tell you how many emails I’ve gotten addressed to Elise :/
LOL your name is my middle name so it’s like ALL THE UNCOMMON Ys ARE IN MY NAME.
BUT THERE WAS A GODDAMN CIVILIZATION WITH MY PROPERLY SPELLED NAME, HOW HARD IS THIS
ALL THE TIME. I always get emails to “Allison” even though my name in my email address and signature clearly say Alyson. I also recently had a woman get stuck on calling me Alyssa, which, while wrong, at least got the vowel right I guess?
From one Maya to another: preach!
one of the main reasons i changed my name after I got married is so I don’t have to deal with spelling it out anymore
(maiden name: french, not common // new name: two very common english words stuck together)
My maiden name was four freaking letters too. Not a common name, but very easy to write and spell. And yet, it got mangled constantly. Imagine having the last name Daly, but people think it’s Dally, Daler, Dorly, Dolly, etc. Pretty much like that. Sigh.
I am Leah. I am not the princess from Star Wars, although it’s so funny you should say that because I’ve NEVER heard that joke before. No, really. Go on. Tell me more about her.
MrRobinn is Toby, as in Tobias, and once at the bank he got called ‘Toby-Ass‘. As if that were the most common way to pronounce Tobias.
My last name is really long and not spelled the way it’s pronounced and full of letters that are hard to enunciate (was than an M or an N?) to the point that I’ve actually given up on spelling it over the phone. If somebody says they need to take down my information I just tell them I’ll send them an email.
My name is well.. this username, and I’ve just gotten in the habit of showing people my ID or something similar in case they need to write down my name. I can’t be bothered to slowly spell out and enunciate every letter in my name anymore, especially when people tend to swap around the “i” and the “e” no matter what I say.
Yep. I show people my ID a lot. And I will answer to basically any combination of the letters in my name. “Are you Firstname KpskhuiVGUyfspre?” “Yes, yes I am.”
I am used to responding to that embarrassed pause as they realise they have no idea how to pronounce my name. (Es is the short version, I standardised to that in university.)
Or when cold callers start with ‘is that :mangled version of my name:? ‘Almost, but you probably mean me.’
Ditto. Honestly, I’m waiting for Vietnamese people and names to reach a critical mass on the West Coast and the subsequent trickle-down effect to the rest of the US so I don’t have to painstakingly explain how to say/spell/pronounce my name anymore! (Ha, who am I kidding, Hieu is probably always going to be a tough one with all of the vowels.)
I feel like we’re so close with Nguyen (thanks BoJack Horseman, even though BoJack had a hard time with it & the fact that like 40% of Viet people have that last name) and it’s only a matter of time for the other common last names, right? Right?
I can’t even imagine the trickiness with long last name that aren’t particularly common anywhere! Although if your names are common in a different country, I commiserate strongly.
I had to make hotel reservations for a gentleman with a name that had a Nd sound at the beginning and the lady on the phone could. not. grasp it. She kept asking me, over and over, whether it was spelled with an E at the beginning. I just got really passive and kept spelling it for her. Finally she was like “oh, that’s a weird name” to which I replied ::stony silence for much too long:: “Ok so do you need my credit card info?”
UGH, RAGE. One of the few professional-context flip-outs I’ve had was when a woman came to my desk, looking for me, and said “Oh, I should’ve remembered you, you have the weird name.” When I told her that wasn’t very nice, she said, “Well, it’s not like it’s ethnic or something.” Well, (1) yes it is, and (2) what the hell kind of excuse is that? It’s OK to be outrageously rude because I’m white?
On that note, I had a HS english teacher who 1) was teaching at a very diverse school and 2) is the teacher sponsor of the Multicultural Club(or whatever, never got the point of that) who, on the first day of class tried to read my name and then said “I never understand why people put all of these extra letters in their name.”
oh god I broke the thread
fixed?
Yes, thank god! IntenseDebate wasn’t giving me any option to edit that comment, even before I responded to myself despondently.
Anyway that whole story deserved to be italicized though. What a gross thing to say.
MrRobinn recently attended his Australian Citizenship ceremony, and every single councillor who stood up to read out the names began with the apology, ‘Sorry if I pronounce any names wrong’ which very quickly started to sound like ‘Sorry I couldn’t be bothered reading this list through ten minutes before showing up and practicing.’
But the cherry on the icing on the cake was during the last list of names, when one councillor stumbled, once more, over a name, and the mayor (THE MAYOR!) leaned into the microphone and jokingly said (we can only assume to the regular ol’ white people in the audience suffering along with her) ‘I’ll let you in on a secret: whenever a councillor’s done something to displease me, I give them the really bad names to read out.’
*VERY LARGE CRINGE*
How is your name pronounced, approximately? I read it as something like “hyee-oo.”
Haha, I should’ve remembered it’s not obvious as I’m complaining as misspellings. I usually pronounce it similarly to hue/hew/Hugh.
With the right diacritics in place, it’s a little more nuanced than that in Vietnamese, but it’s a tonal language, what can ya do? 😉
My last name has a bunch of letters that sound similar to other letters (e/c/b/d, s/f), and even though if there were different letters in there, it would change the pronunciation, people get it wrong. I always try to patiently spell it out using “S as in Sam,” but then I get stumped because I do not know the NATO phonetic alphabet and I always wind up saying shit like “O as in ::suuuper long pause:: O as in ouroboros?”
Don’t worry, I know the NATO alphabet, and use it on the phone, and only about half of the time does the other party understand it. I actually have about the same success rate with random words, so I don’t think you’re missing out.
“M, M as in Mancy!”
You of all people!
I tried to memorize the NATO alphabet for this exact reason! Also I feel like it make me sound badass.
I work in a courthouse and we had a lawyer who was having a hard time doing this with exhibit letters. A as in alabaster? Then she came in the next day and had clearly spent the evening before memorizing the NATO alphabet. It was amazing and she was a total badass.
I really should have that printed out because I always end up going “P is for pizza” and then every letter afterward turns into food.
This seems like it would work for people though.
I work part time in the box office at a theatre that does Shakespeare and other classic work, and I sometimes do the letters with Shakespearean characters (e.g. O as in Othello) and half the time the person doesn’t get the reference.
haaa, I used to do that too when I worked in a bank call center! No one ever appreciated it.
sometimes i am SO glad that i manage like 3 generic email addresses for my job, so I can just pick the most appropriate and say “send that to hello@job!” instead of having to spell out my name six times.
I get emails all the time addressed to “Sara.” Which is extremely frustrating, given how common the h-having variation is, and also that most of the time, I have just sent an email to that person (in which I have, naturally, spelled my name properly). I also get some fun variations on my last name, which is fairly common and almost impossible to mispronounce, but people like to throw all kinds of crazy vowels in there when writing it. A fairly air-headed friend of mine managed to spell my last name two different ways on her wedding save the date and invitation, neither of them correct.
My name is Allison, which I abbreviate to Alli at all times (except when my mother is talking to me, and she refuses to call me by my chosen name). There are approx. 4290476957 different spellings of Alli, and I have seen them all. Also, those who pronounce my name like the famous boxer’s can go die in a fire, thanks.
Also, when randos I will never speak to again call my work line and say something like “Alli – is that spelled A-L-L-I-Y-E?” I just say “sure” and watch them squirm. I do not care about you, it does not matter how you spell my name because (1) you will use it exactly once and never need to use it again, plus (2) you are only using me to get to my boss, for whom I am the gatekeeper, so why does it even matter. Just move on. You are not important.
I just finished a long, complicated mortgage-application process in which the woman at the bank doing the paperwork consistently misspelled my first name. It’s only 4 letters, it can’t be that complicated, and shouldn’t she put in a bit more attention to detail when filling out paperwork with hundreds of thousands of dollars and a 20 year life span? It did not fill me with confidence.
Now that tax season is upon us, I’ve noticed there’s a lot of variety in the way that different government institutions/employers have chosen to spell my name. My middle name is Cristina, and on a lot of my paperwork it’s been inexplicably abbreviated to Cristi (and it doesn’t seem to be due to lack of space). Some forms not only shorten it but tack on to my first name as though it were all one word. The best/worst (blurst?) was Revenu-Quebec which shortened it to Cristi and stuck it to the beginning of my maiden name, which I haven’t used since I got married almost 4 years ago.
When I was buying my house, our conveyancers not only managed to misspell my partner’s name, they also put down the wrong settlement date (“wait, this says we’re settling NEXT WEEK AHHHHH”), sent us a final ‘here’s everything you owe finalise settlement’ invoice that was wrong, tried to charge us a $40 invoice fee for the $5 underpayment that resulted from them calculating the original invoice wrong, and TOLD US TO PUT OUR DEPOSIT INTO AN ACCOUNT THAT DOES NOT EXIST.
(Also, when my partner went to the bank to get the $30k bank cheque reissued to the correct account, he got to the end of the process before finally prompting the teller “um, do you want to see my ID at any point before you reissue this cheque to a completely different person or…?”)
my name is perhaps not a traditional name in america, but it is so simple to say. it has two syllables, four letters. it requires no verbal acrobatics. it sounds exactly like it looks. the only issue is that it has two vowels next to each other that are pronounced separately, but is that so complicated? plenty of words do that with no complications. cooperate! poem! hell, “naive” is more complicated but people manage to handle it just fine!
and yet, a select number of the men i’ve known (in work and out of work) insist on mangling it hopelessly. the more power they have, the more likely they are to mangle it, surprise surprise.
Do they call you “yale”? (I am assuming that your name is Yael, and that is the most logical mispronunciation I can think of)
yep, my name is yael. actually, “yawl” edges out “yale” as the one i hear most, i think.
That’s my mom’s name, and her favorite mispronunciation is “Yole.” Actually, legally her name is spelled Jael, but she uses Yael in day-to-day life because people are slightly less likely to mangle it.
oh man, jael probably gets all kinds of “jelly” “jale” nonsense.
people regularly insist on hallucinating an “R” into my name no matter how recently I’ve spelled it for them and/or just emailed them and signed myself off with the correct spelling.
Actually, a dude I used to work with (distantly) once emailed me, after we’d been communicating off and on for about six months, to apologize because he had just realized he had been spelling my name wrong the whole time! Honestly, by that point I had stopped noticing…
I’ve worked at my current job for 2 years, and people still occasionally address me by the name of the person who held the position before me – it’s the difference between “Jessica” and “Jennifer” and it’s infuriating. Plus my actual name is spelled slightly unusually (missing a letter at the end where there might normally be one), but that seems to escape the notice of waaaay too many people I work with. No, I totally spelled my own name wrong in my signature, on my name plate, my email address, and the sign-off at the end of every email.
Let me chime in with the opposite problem–when your name is Jones, really, you might as well be named [InsertSurnameHere]. I was friends for years with another woman named Jones (which, uh, happens a lot when your field is Middle Welsh literature) before it finally struck me that we had the same last name. It’s essentially meaningless.
I have given up.
In conversation I will answer to Rianne, Rianna Leanne, Breanne, Rihanna, Renee…
If you’ve got the gist and I’m not going to see you again I don’t even bother correcting it.
I know this isn’t an open thread, but guys, I accidentally purchased and consumed sugar-free chocolate. Please send help.
My dad actually enjoys 99% dark chocolate. It tastes like all the bitterness in the world has settled on your tongue. I haven’t seen him eat anything lower than 90% in years.
Man, I love dark chocolate as much as the next dad, but 99% is Just Too Much. Even the 90% has a waxy mouthfeel that messes with the lovely bitter flavor.
MOUTHFEEL.
I love a 99% dark chocolate paired with a dark roast coffee. There might be something wrong with me.
But it’s Easter candy season! How did that happen???
oh no are you pooping uncontrollably yet??
I am a sucker for a Wars/Trek joke. One of my favorite jokes from Futurama is the Star Trek Wars/Star Wars Trek one.
Today, while listening to Rex Factor, I learned that I have the precise shoulder and waist measurements of a seventeen year old Henry VIII. And childbirthing hips. I am everything HVIII wanted to be, but never could.
This seems resume-worthy to me. It’s not everyone that has your standout qualifications.
No shame in the 22 Jump Street game. I watched it on a flight recently. Then I watched it on the flight back, five days later. Great both times!
HA this has nothing to do with anything but:
I was driving to work this morning, and there’s an intersection I turn onto that always gets backed up in one direction, but usually clears out by the time my light turns green. Today I was waiting for the light, and this old white dude pulled up behind me and clearly wanted me to turn on the red even though the street was full to the right, and everyone on the other side of the intersection were patiently waiting for space to clear so they wouldn’t block the intersection. I always think that’s kind of a dick move, so I just stay put and waited for my green as I normally do, which I knew would happen in about 10 seconds. ANYWAY as I waited, I got to see him get SPUTTERING MAD in my rear view, gesticulating his arms around and sighing, and ruining his day was such a delicious way to start to my morning. I cackled all the rest of the way to work. #misandrylyfe
You are correct, that is a dick move. Thanks for ruining his day but not that of all the other conscientious drivers.
When my sister first got her licence, we had a guy tailgating and raging behind her as she came up to a set of traffic lights. So when they went green she deliberately stalled her car, made a sad lady driver face in the rear view mirror, then restarted the car to scrape through just as the lights turned, finger hanging out the window, leaving the dude fuming at the red light.
I have never loved her more.
This is legitimately my dream. Perhaps one day I will reach the echelons of your sister’s greatness.
Not related to these links but being getting-over-a-bad-cold-and-being-totally-drained-of-power apparently means I have EVEN LESS patience for dumb men, both at work and on the street, which is a symptom I can live with. I have been deadpan and snarky to even more men than usual! It’s awesome!
ME TOO. I had flu and then a chest infection and was mostly dead for 5 weeks. I have been entertainingly horrible.
I Just found this site, which I imagine would be a perpetual source of fascinating links): http://publicdomainreview.org/collections/17-numb…
I got there from a link in Rebecca Onion’s THE VAULT blog, which is also wonderful, but I bet you know that already.
http://www.slate.com/authors.rebecca_onion.html
I misread #6 as “Accountants Taking Laughing Gas” – now I want to see that.
Not related to anything here, but I noticed over the past couple of days, that the people who recently viewed your Intense Debate profile, which usually changes one person once a week or slower, and I recognise most of the names from the commentariat, currently has 5 men’s names with famous teen boy profile pics, and no history of comments.
Is it a bot? Or why would these random profiles be looking at mine? I’m a bit skeeved out to be honest
that is deeply weird, so i went and looked to make it someone you might know, or at least toast related…
Also – Swallows and Amazons forever?
Yeah it is deeply weird. But now at least I can’t see them any more – it feels so nice to see Toasties’ pics there now. Thanks, I really appreciate it.
Yep, SWALLOWS AND AMAZONS FOREVER! They are the best. I think you’re the first person to have gotten that, actually.
It was a crucial part of my growing up, AND I managed to infect my children (and husband!). We went to the Lakes District for a family vacation almost 10 years ago, and stayed in Holly Howe and sailed a tiny boat to an island with a hidden harbor. It was amazing and magical and bucketing rain.
YOU DID WHAT??? Omg that sounds fantastic!
I had a Swallows and Amazons 5th birthday party, with a cake in the shape of a boat, and I assigned each guest a character to play (I was either Nancy or John, can’t remember). Apparently I ended up playing with my parents while the rest of the party who had never heard of the series and didn’t care played stupid normal games. I had fun though!
This seems resume-worthy to me. It's not everyone that has your standout qualifications.
oh man, jael probably gets all kinds of "jelly" "jale" nonsense.
that is deeply weird, so i went and looked to make it someone you might know, or at least toast related…
Also – Swallows and Amazons forever?
It was a crucial part of my growing up, AND I managed to infect my children (and husband!). We went to the Lakes District for a family vacation almost 10 years ago, and stayed in Holly Howe and sailed a tiny boat to an island with a hidden harbor. It was amazing and magical and bucketing rain.