Palm Tree, Palm Tree, Palm Tree
I Have Such Guilt Issues

I took advantage of an obviously mismarked item at B3 to get a $35 cutting board for $15. They figured it out at the register, and immediately pulled the boards from the shelf to remark and they were totally kind about honoring the mismarked price, but I still feel bad.

Seriously, what is wrong with me?

She’s still my style icon.

I’m A Bad Person, and I’m Finally Doing Some of My Tagged Thingies

receiver, sorry it took me so long to get to answering the nine questions that you had a hard time writing!

receiver:

Rules:

• Rule 1: Always post the rules
• Rule 2: Answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 9 new ones.
• Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to this post.
• Rule 4: Actually tell them you tagged them. 

Sorry, guys.  I don’t believe in rules, so I’m not following any of those.  Except the first one.  Just to demonstrate that I’m not following the rules.

But now I will answer receiver’s questions:

1. Do you have a favorite cut of beef? Please elaborate.

Uh… I don’t think so.  I like beef.  It’s yummy.  In brisket form, in filet form, in fajita form, in hamburger form.  Whatever.  I just like it.

2. What is currently your favorite item of clothing?

This cheap pair of wannabe Tom’s I got at Target that are super comfy, but cute enough that I don’t feel like a schlub when I wear them.

3. What was one of your most memorable gifts–either given or received?

Ooh.  That’s tough.  First thing that came to mind:  One hannukah, I made a mix CD for my dad, and he really loved it.  He listened to it a lot, shared it with his friends.  I think it is my most successful mix to date.  And I love that he loved it.  

4. Do you have a guilty pleasure? Please elaborate.

Yes.  I do text-based free-form roleplay.  I started doing this when I was a kid back in the AOL days.  Basically, text-based roleplay is like community storytelling.  Each person has a character, and those characters interact online with each other in chat rooms.  Another way to describe it is like online D&D without the quests.  It’s a fun creative outlet, and a huge time-waster.  But I still love doing it now and again.

5. If you had to chose, would it be black ink or blue ink?

Blue ink.

6. When was the last time you got the giggles at a generally inappropriate time? Please elaborate.

I can’t remember.  I giggle only when it’s appropriate.  Or really, are giggles ever inappropriate?

7. We had “Career Day” almost every year when I was in grade school. What was/is your dream career?

Estate manager of a Tuscan villa.

8. What is one of your favorite material objects?

I have two cherished stuffed animals: Pooie, my bear, who has been with me since I was eight, and Zed, my woolly mammoth, who has been with me since law school.

9. Who’s on first?

Usually Adrian Gonzalez.  Go blue!

Hell is the Bar Exam

I just had a nightmare that I got a letter saying I actually didn’t pass the bar exam and I’d have to take it again.

Words cannot describe the level of fear I am feeling right now.  My heart is still racing with sheer panic.  I think I’m having a heart attack.

I’m just going to sit here and work on my breathing for a while.

The Film Lover Challenge a.k.a. Couch Potato Challenge. List 15 movies that you love as fast as you can! Then tag 5 humans. Non-humans are okay too.

I was tagged by helms-deep.

Here goes in no particular order:

  1. A Room with a View
  2. Some Like it Hot
  3. The Best Years of Our Lives
  4. Robin Hood Prince of Thieves (don’t hate)
  5. Up
  6. Holes
  7. Midnight
  8. The Palm Beach Story
  9. Big
  10. Field of Dreams
  11. The Third Man
  12. Touch of Evil
  13. North Shore (no shame)
  14. L.A. Story
  15. Roman Holiday

I tag jennhoney, quotifornian, morebaffledlessbrooklyn, middlemanagementlivingthedream, and myturtlespeedy.

17 Mins.

My friend has 17 minutes to get to this restaurant before I turn into a pumpkin.

LOCKED USER ACCOUNT

RAGE.

Why does life create so much fucking paper?  Just answer me that.  Seriously.  For real.

Conversations I Have with My Mother
Mom: Is the broccoli in the fridge still good?
Me: You mean the broccoli from last night? Or do you mean the---
Mom: No, the broccoli in the fridge---why don't you listen to me? If you would just listen to me you would understand what I'm asking. I'm not talking about the broccoli from last night!
Me: So you mean the cauliflower?
Mom: That's what I said! The cauliflower!
Me: ...
sotheresthat:

blue-author:

charity-knows-best:

iwriteaboutfeminism:

stfueverything:

pixiepienix:

look at this fragile delicate flower of a man look at how precarious his value and identity is wonder at the marvel that is masculinity

This makes me want to cry blood.
This is a prime example of patriarchy at work. He can’t handle holding a fucking purse for 2 fucking seconds before he has to bust out his “man bag” so he can feel validated by his male peers who are rooting him on for not wanting to be feminine. Is his ego and sense of masculinity so fragile he can’t possibly brush it with the slightest amount of femininity before he crashes and burns??

Not to mention the fact that a symbol of feminity is being equated to a literal piece of shit.

or maybe he just doesn’t want to hold a fucking purse? god fucking damn it.

You’re right. We shouldn’t for anything in the world ever think about why he wouldn’t want to hold a purse, why he would feel it’s reasonable to drop it like it’s radioactive and then treat it both like toxic waste and a shameful secret, or why an audience of men would applaud him for treating it in this way instead of just holding the thing his wife asked him to hold.
Masculinity is too fragile to withstand investigation. We must protect it at all costs.

This drives me fucking insane. You’re not going to melt if someone sees you with a purse.

Also, the whole premise of the gif is bullshit.  I can’t imagine the scenario in which I want to leave my purse outside of the store I’m about to shop in.  Maybe if I have absolutely no impulse control and I don’t want to buy anything?  It’s not like the purse looks particularly heavy.
My point is that they have to bend reality to even make this bullshit joke.  So, I don’t know what this is or what it’s from, but unless there’s a greater context to this, this gif gets two middle fingers right in the fucking face.

sotheresthat:

blue-author:

charity-knows-best:

iwriteaboutfeminism:

stfueverything:

pixiepienix:

look at this fragile delicate flower of a man look at how precarious his value and identity is wonder at the marvel that is masculinity

This makes me want to cry blood.

This is a prime example of patriarchy at work. He can’t handle holding a fucking purse for 2 fucking seconds before he has to bust out his “man bag” so he can feel validated by his male peers who are rooting him on for not wanting to be feminine. Is his ego and sense of masculinity so fragile he can’t possibly brush it with the slightest amount of femininity before he crashes and burns??

Not to mention the fact that a symbol of feminity is being equated to a literal piece of shit.

or maybe he just doesn’t want to hold a fucking purse? god fucking damn it.

You’re right. We shouldn’t for anything in the world ever think about why he wouldn’t want to hold a purse, why he would feel it’s reasonable to drop it like it’s radioactive and then treat it both like toxic waste and a shameful secret, or why an audience of men would applaud him for treating it in this way instead of just holding the thing his wife asked him to hold.

Masculinity is too fragile to withstand investigation. We must protect it at all costs.

This drives me fucking insane. You’re not going to melt if someone sees you with a purse.

Also, the whole premise of the gif is bullshit.  I can’t imagine the scenario in which I want to leave my purse outside of the store I’m about to shop in.  Maybe if I have absolutely no impulse control and I don’t want to buy anything?  It’s not like the purse looks particularly heavy.

My point is that they have to bend reality to even make this bullshit joke.  So, I don’t know what this is or what it’s from, but unless there’s a greater context to this, this gif gets two middle fingers right in the fucking face.