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ForNowIAmWinter
fornowiamwinter

From reading the comments all the time, I know there are tons of generous Jezzies out there giving to charity. I’ve been struggling a bit with how to choose and prioritize donations. Typically I give to animal and environmental charities, and MSF/DWB, Planned Parenthood, and Amnesty International each year. I’m not

Recently finished The Magicians season 1, which was good, fluffy fun, and The Expanse, which was solid good sci-fi.

I’m coming out of a profoundly unproductive period. Lately I’ve been on the upswing, though. Last year my fitness goals got swept aside as I dealt with family stuff, a tough work situation, and getting a new job. Now I’m using a mix of pride and shame to be me on track. I’m ashamed of myself for really not taking care

I’ve been thinking about purchasing both of those! Caroline Hirons loves them, so I figured they must be great. I’ve been strictly using stuff from green brands for awhile now, but I need a bit more to tackle aging and mild hormonal acne simultaneously. Do you think that using an acid toner with them would be too much?

Fuck. I seriously cannot imagine the kind of cognitive dissonance people in government have to allow this shit to happen. Standing Rock protesters are considered to be a menace, but the pro-life nut bar protesters, who are ACTUALLY VIOLENT, nah, those guys are cool.

People on the right liked this fucknut because many of them are deeply racist and sexist, are religious zealots who do not actually believe in or understand the constitution, and/or have such a shallow understanding of the world that they do not know a charlatan when they see one.

Exactly! I know that the police can’t just swing by the White House and arrest presidential staff, but what is the legal protocol? Are dems just keeping a list until 2018 when they might have more pull in the house and senate to ensure that laws aren’t changed to keep these criminal fuckwits out of jail?

Perfect casting is perfect.

I’ve had some hormonal/stress acne lately, so I ordered a heap of products from Leahlani skincare yesterday.

Good evening, Jezzies!

I did not know that! What I did know is that when I have a bad day, or a really good day but am too tired to go out, I eat frozen tater tots or fries and go to town on them with Penzey’s Sandwich Sprinkle. Everything I’ve ever tried from them is great, but Sandwich Sprinkle is an underrated jewel of seasoning goodness.

I am right there with you. While I haven’t had a ton of advantages, I think everyone (including myself) thought that I’d be doing better at life than I am. A few years ago I dropped out of grad school after having my heart set on a Ph.D. for ages. I fell ass backwards into a decent career and am actually starting a

Ugh. Vanity plates. Ugh. Get a bumper sticker or those decal things like the rest of us.

We are all probably quite fucked.

I’m savoring every story about the gloriousness that is President Obama while I can. It will be at least four years before we have a legitimate, respectable president again, so I’m trying to remember this feeling.

This is utterly terrifying. For years now I’ve been thinking that we were reaching a tipping point where this kind of thing wouldn’t fly. Now I am forced to live in reality. Old white dudes with money are scared that they aren’t powerful and special by default anymore, and they’re going to cram as much theocracy,

This hurts my heart. I work in education, though I’m not in the classroom anymore, and I see a lot of the state-level DOE work and get to talk to teachers a lot, too. Teachers are trying so very hard, but there is always an obstacle. The obstacles are ALWAYS based on misguided ideology and not on practical aspects of

Fuck! 2016 just keeps getting worse. Gwen Ifill was a class act. So sad that her last days here as a journalist of great integrity were what they were.

I heard a stranger noise on the stairs and found my three cats very excited about something. My super snuggly, sweet male cat ran into my bedroom when he saw me.... and dropped a disheveled wren on the floor. Cue “Yakkety Sax.”