Ah, I forgot about Atonement! That would be a good re-read on this flipping cold weekend.

They have excellent prices on Shea Moisture, which I finally got my husband to use. I even got a discount on some of the stuff I love best, the Jane Carter butter, which I have never seen on sales anywhere else.

My niece once came into my house and announced that it smelled just like a Starbucks. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that was because I make coffee approximately 10000 x/day.

I LOATHED that book. And I loathed teaching it even more.

That doesn’t explain why he had to be so fucking annoying. There are plenty of unreliable narrators who are perfectly lovely. Try The Good Solider by Ford Madox Ford.

Exactly what I thought.

OK, Tim, I have to tell you that I watched a 4 yo child casually lean forward on the bus and LICK the pole that everyone had been holding on to. On an NYC bus.

Excellent point. My nephew’s barber got him his first law-office internship because that is the way an old-school black barbershop in Baltimore works.

I have lived in NJ since I learned how to drive and I have NO IDEA how to pump gas. I am 60 yo and SCREWED if I ever move to another state.

Ok, that’s funny, I don’t care who you are.

INEDIBLE giant pheasants, I believe. Or can you eat peacock?

Have you ever HEARD a peacock? We had one in a petting zoo where I worked and people who were new to the area regularly called the cops to report that someone was being murdered. It was a small town, so eventually the cops knew to say it was a bird. (Plus we had a parrot that learned to make the same noise.)

Michael, I raced back from a buffet lunch—only TWO plates!—to read Clapback today. Don’t go getting any later with it.

Selling something that doesn’t exist is fairly easy. I could sell the shit out of an app that eliminated your commute if you wrinkled your nose.

If you haven’t read Byron Sharp, you might want to. He is relentlessly empirical about the value of marketing and it is fascinating to see how little impact some of it, esp. digital, has.

Yay for the unicorns and glitter. We were broke-ass grad students together and we chose what we could afford.

Tom Brady is Trump’s illegitimate son by someone with slightly better teeth than his other partners but with even less brains. The whole red-glove thing was thought up by Trump’s illegitimate cousin, Bill Bellicheck.

I am not Christian—I was raised Catholic and I quit—and I am married. For 35 years. Anyone who tells you that somehow being married is a ‘higher’ or more desirable state is lying. It is that kind of thinking that maintains and perpetuates the idea that women must change in order to get to the married state while men…

However, the author points out that “the proportions of alcohol-impaired-driving fatalities were the same between rural and urban areas at 29 percent,” which would argue against the city/suburb differentiation.

Gwen, as a fellow frizzy-haired woman, let me pass along the best advice I ever got from a hairdresser (a guy, let me add, who shaved his initials into my hair at one point): Honey, let your hair do what it wants to do and then PRETEND THAT’S WHAT YOU WANTED ALL ALONG.