The excellent Stacia L. Brown on “The Luxury of Hope”:
During the weekend of rejoicing and resistance that followed the presser, I checked in with old friends to see if they were feeling as invigorated as I was. Did Mosby’s bold statement that “no one is above the law” resonate because she was backing it with felony charges, or did it ring as hollow as other similar statements had in years past? Did this moment feel as seminal to them as it did to me? I asked writer Koye Berry, certified nursing assistant Katrice Evans, and mother Nikia Washington to tell me what they thought the future might hold for our city.
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“Reporters were always crossing rooms to talk to Mallory, but this one was coming to talk to me“:
Between editing the Toast, being a wife, and mother of two, and also being prolific at tweeting, how do you do it all? What’s a typical day for you?
My husband also works from home, so that frees us both up a little. I wake up at six, I make coffee and eat breakfast and check Twitter, I putter around doing dishes and laundry. My daughter wakes up at seven and I grab the baby on my way into her room. I feed him while hanging out with her and listening to the Lion King soundtrack. My husband takes her about half an hour in and they watch Scooby Doo and then he does the preschool run. I put the baby in the car and drive to the gym, he sits under a table and listens to ’90s hip-hop while I do boot camp, we drive home, I feed him again, he goes down for his nap, I do my work, he wakes up, I feed him, he plays on his mat, I do my work. This continues until my daughter gets home from school. We hang out together, she eats, like, half a cracker for dinner, she has a bath, we read books. My husband carries the baby around in a sling for a bit. My daughter goes to bed. I make dinner, we eat it, the baby goes to sleep, and then we watch about three straight hours of television together and then go to sleep, I wake up once or twice to feed in the night. And I can Tweet while he eats, blessedly.
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I still get a full-body shiver when someone says “real estate broker”:
When we got to the apartment he was about to show us, the broker had already been attempting to access the building by dialing up random tenants and asking them to buzz him in. “Can you try buzzing someone?” he asked my roommate, raising one of countless red flags. “This one guy already yelled at me, and they might be kinder to a female voice.”
After someone buzzed my roommate in, we entered a strongly pot-scented hallway and turned towards the stairwell. Then the broker realized that we had already passed the apartment in question. We doubled back, only to realize the door was locked and, surprise!, our broker didn’t have the keys to that either.
“Should we call that?” my roommate asked, indicating a sign with a phone number taped to the door. “Sure,” the broker shrugged.
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Rebecca Carroll on how the police meet black women with both racism AND sexism (and also how transracial adoptive parents need to do a better job):
I have never conceived of the police as there to serve and protect me: not as a woman, not as a black person, certainly not as a black woman and now – every minute of now – not as the mother of a black son. And although I have had numerous variations of “the talk” with my son, I never heard it growing up as a black child with white parents. Can’t help but to think it may have lessened the blow when as a kid I overheard police officers say things like: “Blacks don’t know shit.”
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Love this story about a teenage Orson Welles auditioning for a play in Ireland:
So. Orson Welles, a precocious and bold teenager, who had already had much success in his high school years, appearing on radio shows with his own adaptation of a Sherlock Holmes story, and basically taking over the drama club, strolled into the audition, unannounced, unheralded. No one who was there forgot that day.
MacLiammóir’s stories of Welles’ first audition for them are laugh-out-loud funny. MacLiammóir, in one of his autobiographies (he wrote several, as I mentioned) describes being told “There’s an American teenager in the lobby … he says he wants to audition … what should I tell him?” … This “American teenager” claimed he was a lead actor at the Guild Theatre in America (which, of course, was totally untrue). Welles was basically standing out there demanding an audition. MacLiammóir said sure, send the kid in, and in walked Orson Welles.
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So Nicole, I guess what you’re really saying is, women really CAN Have It All???
Nicole! Your interview is so charming! Also, cooking deer steak fajitas in Utah seems like the most American thing in the world.
Today is my first day in the office this week after being stuck in the world’s longest, dullest training session in the world. The “highlight” was when I changed the bottle in the water cooler during a break and when I turned around, there was A Man behind me and he said, “Why didn’t you ask for help?” BECAUSE I DON’T NEED HELP, SHUT UP.
It was bad enough that I had to commute out to the middle of nowhere and couldn’t read The Toast throughout the day without Men being idiots.
Nicole, if I had gone to Harvard it would be all I ever talked about! You are much more restrained than I.
When I worked in A Frivolous Home Decor Store I noticed that coworkers and customers were much more shocked at my lifting heavy things when I wore a skirt rather than pants. Oddly, differently shaped clothing does NOT impact my upper body strength.
Shout out to the male customers at my grocery store job who bought cases of wine or bottled water and were shocked, SHOCKED when I lifted them.
“You sure you got that?”
“Ha ha, I would not work here if I couldn’t carry that!”
“But CHIVALRY!”
“But CUSTOMER SERVICE!”
But I have work skirts that disallow heavy lifting. Some skirts prevent a deep squat. Most of my office-worthy skirts keep my knees together. No matter how strong my arms may be, my back needs my legs to be apart, knees bent, for moving a weight from the floor.
But if you can lift in a narrow skirt, I salute your very healthy (or very young) back.
And props for A Frivolous Home Decor Store. Aren’t they all? I like your wording.
Yay water-bottle champion!
Most of the time I make my student workers carry the boxes of copier paper because they’re minions and that’s what they’re there for and that’s what I did when I was a student worker in college (lies. I pushed them down the hallway because I was lazy and weak). But sometimes I want to do it myself and they act like I’m 80 years old “Why didn’t you ask for help?!” I’m the boss and a grown-ass-woman I get to decide when I want help and when I don’t.
I think the whole ‘water bottle heaviness’ thing is a conspiracy perpetuated by men who want to flex their muscles in an office setting. This is a true story: once when I was 7 months pregnant and very very thirsty I noticed the water cooler bottle needed replacing…so I replaced it. My coworkers were so confused – there were no men in the office that morning, they had been sitting around dehydrated wondering what time a man would come in so that the bottle could be replaced, they were considering going to the business next door to ask for help. Two of these women had run the Boston Marathon in recent years. I said ‘well, it’s not that heavy?’ then after that everyone felt empowered to change the water bottle themselves.
Be the change you want to see in the world!
I have a distinct memory of changing one when I was a scrawny teen, without any problem, and having the dawning realisation of “I am so much tougher and stronger than everyone is treating me as”
I HATE BROKERS SO MUCH.
I had one who, even though my roommate and I had stopped by several times with his boyfriend in tow, repeatedly referred to him as my boyfriend. After we corrected her a few times she escalated to husband. Then she took a check from us to put down a deposit on a place, then told us the landlord had decided to go with someone else, because that is how deposits work.
We had one who made us wait for her boyfriend before we went to the place that she was going to show us. There was no reason for it and he just sorta hung out 10 feet from us the whole time. Also, the place was a super nightmare and she just pretended like it wasn’t. It was split in half with the living room on one side of the house and everything else on the other side. To get there you had to leave the apartment and walk around the house. If that wasn’t bad enough this part was all in the basement. One of the 4 bedroom was actually the boiler room – it was tiled and had a boiler and water heater in the middle. The only thing it had going for it was the price – 2000 and a 5 minute walk to Davis Square in Somerville! (that however didn’t make up for state of the place)
Once I went to look at a house where the stairs were really lumpy (like REALLY lumpy) due to water damage, the ceiling looked pretty scary, and most of the rooms had mould covering the bottom half of the walls. It wasn’t cheap either.
The broker told me I had to hurry and make a decision because someone was totally going to put a deposit down that day.
When I first read your Tweets I knew, Nicole. I knew the way you know about a good melon.
I’m so happy to see a Billfold article make the roundup – other than The Toast (of course), they’re one of the few blogs I read from cover-to-cover.
I read all seven pages of that lawsuit peition. I don’t know why I did that. Everything you needed to know was summarized neatly in the article.
Except for the part where she spelled “liar” and “alias” wrong.
No, I think that was a legitimate life choice on your part. I did an internship in an elected official’s office and my very favorite part was opening mail from conspiracy-minded constituents. Maybe it’s mean-spirited or voyeuristic but I do love hearing from the very fringes. Seven-page handwritten rant? Ooh yeah, that’s the stuff.
At the tiny community newspaper where I used to work, one of my occasional duties was to transcribe the letters of one woman. She writes in every single week with absolutely mind-bending conspiracy theories and anti-everything-that-isn’t-Tea-Party screeds. It was BY FAR the most entertaining part of working there; in most other ways it was the definition of a hellish workplace.
I would read a collection of her writings. There is nothing I love more than bizarre letters in community newspapers (except bizarre police reports in community newspapers).
For example. This should work, but if it’s behind the paywall let me know.
That is SPECTACULAR.
Here’s my favorite weird police report from my hometown:
A resident found someone had placed a skeleton on his front porch between 6:15 and 9:05 p.m. Nov. 3.
The skeleton appeared to be a Halloween decoration, but there was no information attached to identify its origins.
The resident requested the responding officer provide the skeleton with a proper burial.
Ha! That’s fantastic! We also do a police blotter in that paper, which is often filled with things like “Bingham Twp: Horses loose, eastbound. Horses returned to owner.” However, the absolute best one I have ever read is this:
Monday, 12:40 p.m. — Empire Township — Caller is requesting removal of a dead raccoon on the side of the road. Someone has tied a “happy birthday” balloon to the corpse.
Oh god, I was digging back through some of the ones I had saved and there are SO MANY AMAZING ONES
A concerned citizen reported an apparently intoxicated individual stumbling in the park. Ofcr. Sheeran located the suspect and had to physically detain him. During the search, some freshly prepared sushi was discovered inside the front of suspect’s pants. It is unclear from where the sushi was taken.
And
A town employee reported at 10:28 a.m. Aug. 28 there was a snowman hanging from a tree with fake blood on it. The snowman was stuffed with beer cans where his lights were supposed to be. The town employee was able to free the snowman and took him to a place where he would be cared for properly.
Oh yeah small town newspapers are the BEST. The paper in the town where I grew up had a section in the back where people could send in ANONYMOUS comments, which was a whole mess of bizarre and hilarious nonsense. It was approximately 40% right-wing conspiracies about GODLESS BABY KILLERS and ILLEGALS STEALING OUR JOBS, 40% people subtweeting their neighbors via the newspaper about, like, garbage cans and dog poop, and 20% weird screeds about people who move from out of state and don’t change their license plates fast enough.
So, if it was old sushi, they would have been able to identify it immediately?
Also, how can you hang a snowman from a tree? Doesn’t it fall apart?
So many questions….
Oh man. Weird police blotter items are my favorite. I used to read a collection every week on the radio in college. A few favorite oddities:
Subjects reported to be sitting on picnic tables and smoking marijuana on North Grove Street. Police were later advised it was a misunderstanding. Ten people, most of whom were deaf, were gathered at the park and were signing when officers arrived. The officer did not smell marijuana or find any evidence of drug use.
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North Prospect Street resident reported a rock thrown at her house. She later found it was most likely a walnut that fell from a tree near her home.
I mentioned above about working at the ACLU before– one of my jobs was to open all the mail, and see if there was anything they might actually want to pursue. I can’t even count the number of pages-long, handwritten rants I read through.
A lot of them were from people who were clearly schizophrenic or having some kind of manic episode, which was sad. (Though I thought it was kind of touching that they still trusted the ACLU to help them out). That trope about people thinking that the CIA is spying on them through dental implants (etc.) is actually surprisingly common in real life!
We used to share those crackpot complaints around at my old university library job, too.
We need to step back and decide who should and shouldn’t be cops. And before that, we have to convince people to believe that everyone deserves to be treated with respect.
I feel very lucky that I’ve only ever lived in the suburbs because I think I would probably tear my hair out if I had to deal with brokers like that. Jesus.
Also, question because I genuinely don’t know: is there a difference between real estate brokers and real estate agents?
I am excited to hopefully live in the burbs for the rest of my life! Hoping I like my new apartment enough to stay there for a few years and then look to buy the next time I move, which will be a new stressful mess I’m sure. Re: broker vs. agent, I think technically brokers have extra training but I basically use the terms interchangeably especially when we’re talking rentals.
We had the best/worst real estate agent back when we were moving into the place we are in now. None of us had a car so he’d pick us up in his seat-belt free jeep and and speed us around to the sketchiest apartments. He didn’t have the keys to one of the places and no one is home so he tries to climb into one of those little basement windows. He doesn’t fit and so he asks my roommate to do it. Roommate is down and slides in and lets the rest of us in through the front door. The place is super crazy – the front door opens into a bathroom. And a across from the bathroom is another bathroom. The majority of the rooms are in a finished basement that is full of strangely placed cabinets – all hiding plumbing. This was actually one of the nicer places he showed us but that bathroom situation was just too weird. The man really tried – he showed us a ton of places but nothing worked out. We ended up find one though this other dude who was not nearly as fun but was playing my favorite song the the car as we drove back from the place we ended up renting. It was a sign – 8 years later we’re still in that apartment.
Driskell hand-wrote a seven-page petition referencing the dictionary and the Bible.
“That homosexuality is a sin and that they the homosexuals know it is a sin to live a life of homosexuality. Why else would they have been hiding in the closet,” she wrote.
Why… else… indeed.
WHY ELSE INDEED.
WHY ELSE INDEED.
…does she believe the closet is an actual closet or…
“Shh, shh, quiet
Hurry up and get in the closet”
She said, “Don’t you make a sound
Or some shit is going down”
I said, “Why don’t I just go out the window?”
“Yes, except for one thing, we on the 5th floor”
“Shit think, shit think, shit quick, put me in the closet”
And now I’m in this darkest closet, tryin’ to figure out
Just how I’m gonna get my crazy ass up out this house.
It’s getting really crowded in here! Also, there are moths. 🙁
“referencing the dictionary” Does anyone else find this a weird choice of source material? Is she aghast that people are living their lives in a way that is not compatible to the dictionary?
And WHY ELSE INDEED.
The dictionary is the go-to source for people who don’t understand what a dictionary is actually for but want something that sounds authoritative. Unfortunately this includes 90% of people who have been asked to give a public presentation for the first time in the past ten years. I have had to beg my boss to never open a presentation with “the dictionary definition of [my topic]” ever again.
Shhhh! Because we’re playing hide and seek and this is my spot go find somewhere else damn it.
‘Is this all the light you can give me?’
Orson, you magnificent bastard.
The classic movie theater near me is doing an Orson Welles run right now! So that’s exciting. My takeaways so far:
1. Even moreso than watching Citizen Kane a bunch of times, watching The Stranger for the first time really truly helped me see how the way Welles framed a movie was a novel thing and why it’s been so influential.
2. Dude really liked playing non-white characters which, for me, eliminates a lot of the movies that I am willing to watch. Blackface and yellowface are not my jam.
have you heard him bitching while recording a frozen peas commercial?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V14PfDDwxlE
In other news: http://www.bbc.com/news/world-africa-32621444
They (may have) found Captain Kidd’s long-lost treasure!
I wish the article was a little more detailed, but it was a fun way to start my Thursday.
I miss bags of curd being sold next to cash registers at every single store in the nation.
Why…..why do Canadians need that much curd, so urgently?
Poutine emergencies.
Crise de poutine!
Which is very very different from a “crisse de poutine.”
You know how cheese curds kind of squeak when they rub together? …now I’m imagining that as a tiny, tiny crisse de poutine.
E-curd-gencies.
Spoken like someone who has never had them!
I live in upstate NY, and we have so much cheese curd, and I can say that if you’ve never had the experience of being in a gas station, peckish, with a long drive ahead of you, and been able to buy CHEESE CURDS for your drive, then you are missing out.
YES, did we cover cheese curd in the road trip food thread?
My next road trip plan takes me SOUTH from Chicago rather than the usual NORTH into curd country, pre-emptive disappointment 🙁
You know, I live in upstate NY and I’ve never actually tried them. But I know at least five places where I could buy them, and we have a poutine food truck.
“every year of my life, I have fewer opinions.” Nicole, you are a treasure.
UGH RENTAL AGENTS. This article came at a wonderful time- right after I signed a lease on my new place. I’m moving from Boston to western Massachusetts and in Boston rental agencies are all over the place and I figured it would take some stress off of finding a place in a new area. I attempted to work with two rental agents on my fantastical housing journey this time. My job will take basically all of my free time away so I told rental agent #1 that ABSOLUTE musts included laundry in the building, that I was down for any conveniences possible (dishwasher, etc.), and that my price range was $X. She interpreted this to mean that what I actually wanted was “New England charm” and proceeded to show us places that didn’t fit the description and were either $X+200 or $x-200 one of which was a 4th floor walk up in a building reminiscent of a prison. When we talked at the end of that day and I clarified what I wanted, she told me she’d pick out some places that fit the bill and then proceeded to disappear for 2 weeks and then send me 40 places for me to sort through, aka what I could do on my own with craigslist. I politely fired her.
Rental agent the 2nd occurred because they posted a craigslist ad for a place and I figured I may as well see a few properties with the same person. This dude proceeded to hate on the property I really wanted to look at to the extent that he talked me out of it (which in retrospect was okay as I like the place I ended up with but dude was getting real racist about it being in a “sketchy town where he doesn’t even want to drive through”).
I ended up renting a cheaper and nicer place with a person who I found through work and am so relieved to not be hunting anymore as I was driving back and forth several times per week (3 hr round trip) and I was about to lose it.
Well that was a nice diatribe. I’m posting from my phone so it’s probably riddled with typos but whatevs. Toasties hopefully understand my struggle.
I also live in Western Mass and finding (decent) apartments here is shockingly difficult! In a somewhat wacky turn of events, I now rent from my employer and my “landlord” is one of my favorite co-workers, which is totally great. But the rental agents I dealt with when I first moved here were the WORST.
Now go back and read that Nebraska petition again, switching out the word “homosexuals” with “Lizard People”.
Excellent, really enjoyable reading.
Lizard people are my absolute favorite conspiracy theory, A+++
Oh gawd. I have to move in a couple of months from my current NYC apartment (which is technically campus housing, so I didn’t have to go through the whole process to find it, but they’re not letting me stay in it permanently) to a new one, and I’m going to be doing the full-on apartment hunt for the first time, and I am TERRIFIED. I keep telling myself I’ll find something, and it’ll all be fine and I’ll probably have entertaining stories to dine out on, but still: TERRIFIED.
As someone who has lived in 5 different NYC apartments, I can say that all of those things are true: It is awful and stressful and terrifying and you will find something and it’ll all be fine and you will definitely have entertaining stories to dine out on.
Something that’s helped me in a decade plus of NYC renting is reminding myself that there are 3 basic things you want in an apartment :location, affordability, and layout /size. In NYC you will have to seriously compromise on one of those areas. I don’t know why it helps, other than that it reminds me not to stress over finding the perfect apartment (and also, in only compromising on one area, reminds me to not cave *too* much).
In defense of Real Estate Brokers…
While two out of the three we worked with were creepy and weird, one was such a lovely human being I’m not sure she could have been fully human. She was so nice and helpful and so happy to listen to my roommate and I blather on about literally the most ridiculous of things (such are the contents of literally all of our conversations and the reason we make such good roomies) and she showed us an apartment that we love so much we’re probably going to fight each other for it eventually.
And on the other hand, in one of the apartments we visited sans broker, I opened the fridge only to have LITERALLY HUNDREDS of cockroaches come swarming out at me. Not to say that a broker would never show you an apartment like that but I have to think they would be better at handling the situation than the super, who just stood there and watched. He was maybe mildly embarrassed that this had occurred.
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Deer steak and eggs!! Thank you for giving me another idea of how to use my venison tenderloins, Nicole!
I’m reminded of my first day of law school where we read a 17th-century decision from a Pennsylvania court dismissing a lawsuit a man had brought against the Devil, asking for compensation for various misfortunes the Devil had brought against him. The court dismissed the suit for lack of jurisdiction, the Devil not being a resident of Pennsylvania.
For the Nebraska suit, I would imagine standing would be an issue.
Yeah, this is pretty much the definition of “failure to state a claim upon which relief may be granted”.
Everyone knows Hell is in Mississippi
I love that Orson Welles story.
And Micheál Mac Liammóir (the gentleman who watched him audition) is such a fascinating person in his own right. Well worth reading about. He wasn’t even really Irish!
FYI, the two of them collaborated years later on a short film (an Irish ghost story) called “Return to Glennascaul”, which is terrific if you ever get a chance to see it.
I know this is more Open Thread material, but I’m always teaching/commuting during then and miss it. So: it is my birthday coming up, and my friends want to get me something but they want me to tell them what, and I’ve been super-busy this past week and a half and my brain is farting. I have no idea what I want. What do I want? I feel like I should know this but I can’t think of anything other than “not having to teach this stupid class tomorrow”.
Hmmmm…..
http://www.amazon.com/Accoutrements-12027-Horse-H…
Night on the town?
If you’re the type of person who likes (or at least can tolerate) spontaneity and surprises, maybe mention that you’ve been stressed lately, and would like to be surprised with a day of adventure/fun/[insert other positive terms here]? Like, on a day in the future, they pick you up in the morning, take you to a fancy/unfancy breakfast meal of your choice, then to do whatever sorts of things you like best to do the rest of the day.
Do you have an amazon wishlist? I always just point people to mine. or my ‘things I want’ pinterest board.
Box sets? CDs? Concert tickets? Have a look at your local theatre/venue for stuff and look for comedy shows coming up?
I always go for something of the spa variety when asked what I want. One can never have too many foot massages.
The things I want generally fall into one of 5 categories, so maybe it would help to think of those?
(1) Books
(2) Electronics
(3) Clothes
(4) Home goods (esp. kitchenware that I realized I needed the last time I cooked and didn’t have)
(5) Tools for pursuing one of my hobbies
If you count decor as part of #4, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything else.
#6 booze
#7 food
i love consumable gifts. i’ve told my partner to feel free to get me a meat & cheese gift basket or a bottle of fancy vodka anytime he feels stuck for a gift idea. LOVE.
What thing in your life has been driving you nuts because it is the wrong or not a very good thing for the job it is supposed to be doing? Is it possible to replace it with a superior option? Ask for that. (This is why I wind up asking for whisks for my birthday…)
A bit late to this but one thing I find works quite well (when you don’t have a giant list of things you want, like I do) is to think of the things you generally deny yourself, or ration because they’re frivolous. So for example, in the case of my boyfriend, who is a real butt to buy for because when he wants something he just buys it anyway, it was his birthday a few weeks ago and I was at a complete loss until I just got him a ton of stuff he really likes but is ‘too sensible’ to buy. He loves antipasti, so I bought him about 15 jars of that, I bought him 29 (the age he was turning) multipacks of his favourite chocolate bar (we now have about 100 galaxy ripples in our house and it is fantastic), and some other stuff that he would never buy himself but would always appreciate.
OR is there anything that you’d like that would make your life easier? Big sound-reducing headphones so you can listen to podcasts on the commute (if you use public transport, that is); a coffee machine to keep your energy up for early mornings; one of those cool light machines that wake you up naturally and help with SAD etc. Basically think of points of frustration throughout your day and maybe you’ll think of something that could help smooth those out?
OR are there any big art prints you’ve had your eye on? I find the cost of getting a big print a bit daunting but would be nice to get as a joint present from friends.
OR are there any book series you like that have recently been republished? For example, these always catch my eye when I’m in the bookshop – not necessarily books I need, but they are just lovely in my opinion https://www.waterstones.com/books/search/term/clo…
Otherwise, from my ‘I WANT I WANT’ list:
An adorable leatherbound journal/sketchbook that is adorable https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/JackdawBindery?ref=l…
Minecraft cookie cutters! https://www.etsy.com/uk/listing/213630589/minecra…
Strange but cute cushions – one in the shape of toast! https://www.etsy.com/uk/shop/mymimi?page=1
Oh wait one more idea – is there any course you’d like to go on or hobby you’d like to develop? The cost of picking up a hobby from scratch can be big, so asking for a ‘kit’ of sorts of, say, watercolours, plus paint brushes, plus watercolour paper, could be nice. Or whatever hobby it is you may be interested in. Or else are there any courses in your area for hobbies you’d like to do? For example, I would quite like to get into pottery, but near me an 8 week pottery course costs £100, and I can’t really justify spending that money on myself, if my family members were to pool their gift money to pay for a course I would be delighted!
Ughhhh it’s no one’s fault but that Orson Welles story makes me want to set myself on fire because I’m just over the halfway mark for my work’s annual general auditions for our rep company, aka Annual Chnellociraptor Wishes for Swift and Merciful Death Week. I wish people would stop circulating stories like this because, okay, it worked for Orson Welles ONCE but you walk into a theatre now with that attitude and you risk being set ablaze by the admin or casting assistant’s laser vision (which we all secretly possess).
Harvard! That’s the McGill of the South!
Waaaaaait a minute is McGill Canada’s Harvard? Because I think you’re going to have to knock down both U of T and Queens to get that particular title.
I guess it used to be? I dunno, I’m a dumb American and I stole the line from DeGrassi (which was actually about Banting, but w/e).
LOL in no universe does Queens even look at that title while UBC is still kicking.
Well, I suppose in the minds of Queens alumni, is where.
That is scary. Most people on my Facebook have been Labour, with a scattering of Greens, which is making the exit polls even more depressing and confusing.
Rob Ford recording a song about his epic fight with cancer didn’t make it in!? #RoFoWatch
Rob Ford recording a song about his epic fight with cancer didn't make it in!? #RoFoWatch
*Reads results and screams silently*
D:
Turned on the TV this morning hoping to see something very different 🙁
In other news – it really concerns me that UKIP got 2.5m votes…
I have a distinct memory of changing one when I was a scrawny teen, without any problem, and having the dawning realisation of "I am so much tougher and stronger than everyone is treating me as"