As I lovingly refer to her, Drunk Aunt Sandy didn’t actually “attend Le Cordon Bleu”. She is very open about her experience: She went to a certificate program at the Toronto outpost of the Paris-based school (there is a weird, long, convoluted issue with the name and schools dubbed “Le Cordon Bleu”). Drunk Aunt Sandy…

Sterling Cooper Draper James…...

Soooo, An Old, who is just wondering what all you Ladies of a Younger Persuasion say to this question: I'm a plus size at the mid-century mark and I adore All The Fashions. Do you think that your elder sisters/moms/aunties want or need advice about plus size shopping that does not include the I Give Up Dress from…

1. Weight loss.

I plan to stockpile these and the latest season of "Broad City". Then I will binge-watch them in what I'll call my Hour of LadyFunPower. Then I'll write incessant letters to Tina Fey and Amy Poehler and BEG for a crossover episode, because that so needs to happen.

Hmmm….good to know that the options can be found in pile of packing crates as opposed to array of colors.

It's gonna be tough, but I volunteer to take one for Team Lady Persons. As an over-50, voluptuous, sarcastic, non-cuddling, married atheist, I think I'm perfect for this job! Oh, wait, I just re-read that job description….I thought the job was to move to LA, tie him to a chair, prop his eyes open with toothpicks, play…

That thing where your middle-aged mom goes all emtpy-nestish and decides she wants a GlamourShots makeover and for her picture opts for the stuffed lion with psuedo-Tuscan backdrop? Yeah, this is that thing.

The only certain thing in life is uncertainty, but you've learned the trick of the thing: To be okay with that. Life turns on a dime and our precious world stability is an illusion….now, that doesn't mean we all have an excuse to be totally irresponsible and insensitive to others or the world around us, it just means…

Do what you must, Yoga Nerd, MD, but hang in there! You sound like a good doc, and frankly, I've lost two amazing PCPs to burnout recently. Your peds patients (and parents) probably love you, so don't give up….if it takes a few extra hours of doing Botox on high-value constituents who pay out of pocket, then so be it.…

Sadly, it's outdated, but my personal best last-minute costume was FBI Special Agent Dana Scully. I did a red rinse in my hair, wore a suit, threw on a name-tag, and carried a "dossier" of alien pictures.

Would have been way better with a Phil Spector-inspired wall of sound. As this goes, it's strikes me as sort of barely Motown and more like Philly soul. But that's just me and I'm a cranky old bitch, so there's that.

He apparently is not aware that children *are* internet people.

Okay, Federal employee here, who like commenter raeraefb, spends her downtime at Jez). Want to know why this happens? Of course you do! Here's the poop:
1. If you are a boss-type person, and you have a wrong-doing, smut-watching, charge under you, you have to institute a "personnel action" or PA. This requires that…

Okay, so clearly, I am old and very tired because I just read that sentence as:

Why, oh why, can we not get an Elena Miro store in the states? Chic, gorgeous, elegant clothing….sigh. Cannot believe someone hasn't worked to get one into NYC….

Slightly off topic, but still related: I didn't get hitched until I was a few days shy of my 41st birthday, but got engaged the previous year. All along, I'd told (now) Mr. Dinna Fash that I was "too old and over the bullshit of an engagement ring…just get me a rusty beer can tab".

As long as this rosé shortage does not, like the warming waters of the Gulf Stream, travel past the Hamptons up the coast, and deposit itself in Gloucester, Mass., next week while I am on vacation, we're good. If that happens, however, you can bet your bippy I will be traveling down to the Hamptons and personally…

Agreed….which makes me wonder if, in this context, she meant that she doesn't feel like she's failed her femininity, not her feminism. Because, the former would make more sense in light of having/not having kids. (As in, you're not a "real" woman if you don't pump a few puppies out.)

But either way, Jennifer Aniston…

IT IS AUGUST, PEOPLE, AUGUST!

Sweet mother of sunblock! Will you not let summer have the good grace to LIVE OUT IT'S LIFE before you kill it, dead, with your factory-made spices floating in a crappy, sugar-delivery system? Until the calendar says "September", the only hotness I want is in my weather.