Where are you studying? JHU?

In 2012 Mr Bunny, the Bunny Parents, and I went to the Tate Modern in London. I was in modernist heaven, and being a 3rd gen museum junkie, I have had Museum Rules deeply instilled. I was admiring one of Donald Judd’s stacks. And then this family walks up. Mom, Dad, and Tiny Beast. Tiny Beast proceeds to CLIMB THE…

So, he claims to not remember saying rude things about women, and then IMMEDIATELY calls Megyn Kelly a bimbo. Fucking priceless.

I come from a long line of not-Jewish (as far as we know) anglo super-curls. They vary in texture (my uncles and I have hotdog sized curls, my dad has pencil sized ones, my aunt has big loopy ones, and some of my cousins have VS Beach Waves). In the 70s, my dad stopped fighting his hair and wore it in a giant fuzzy…

You can absolutely pull it off. Screw the whole ‘too old for...’ crap (some would say that as a 30+ year old woman, that I should not have My Little Pony hair), and adorn yourself in a way that makes you feel like a Bad Bitch and work it. I see women solidly in middle age all the time with wild hair colors, bold…

Please tell me about that pear green shadow, lovely pink blush, and amaze lippy. I am in love with it all, and I have recently changed my hair from pink to a bluey-turquoise. I would like to steal your face in a non-creepy way.

I have a dear family friend who is trans and was in the Navy. I’ve often wondered if she would have continued her career in the service had she been accepted (she wasn’t out as trans when she left the Navy as far as I know.) She’s alarmingly intelligent, an excellent leader, and loyal as can be - exactly the sort of…

That would be the beloved NunBun. Looks alarmingly like Mother Teresa, and was stolen from its home in Nashville one winter.

This guy, with his hands on his head in the anticipation-of-something-awesome-or-something-terrible pose is pretty much how I look at every single robotics competition. It’s pretty much how we all look, all the time, when waiting for one of our teams’ ‘bots to either nail the thing they are doing or fall over like an…

Nashville: Hot Chicken.

At first glance I thought it was a new work by Lee Bontecou...

OMG Thank you! We’re prepping for a week at the beach, and I just bought a boatload of sunscreen for my super-fair skincancer-prone-family husband (and my sun eschewing self), and I did not want to have to go and return it all and start the hunt all over again.

That butler’s pantry though... When Mr. Bunny and I talk about what we would put in the dream house, I always say fuck the formal living room and formal dining room, I want a butler’s pantry. Y’know, to put serving dishes, the fondue pot (don’t judge me, its a family tradition), the nice cloth napkins, and the other…

But inside were layers of lemon chiffon and almond... it had to be eaten.

Aw thanks! It was delightfully architecture-nerdy.

We had a Frank Lloyd Wright Darwin Martin House Window inspired cake, that we topped with a nautilus shell (part of our wedding invitation was based on the golden spiral, which I also sport as a tattoo). Lucky for us, the gallery curator was amazing and worked really hard to do a group show of artists who were all…

On days like this I hate my (current) state. TN now allows guns in parks (but probably only if you’re white) thanks to recent changes to legislation. So now women are going to have to take 2+ days off from their jobs to travel to one of the three remaining abortion providers in the state. They are also working on…

They were looking specifically at Penticton in BC... which according to the latest census data has a 6% minority population, and 4 radio stations of which one is country. I was hoping they would actually move there so that I would have to do fewer family visits, and that when I did I would be in a place my politics…

My inlaws were threatening to move to Canada if “a black” (ugh I hate inlaw-involved holidays) was elected in 2008.... then in 2009 they said they were going to move to Canada to escape socialist healthcare reform... they were also insisting that Mr. Bunny and I go with them, so that we wouldn’t end up in a…