When my kid brother was being a little jerk in public, our mom would always threaten him with “a smack.” It kept him in line every single time. What onlookers didn’t know was that in our family, “a smack” meant “embarrassingly overdramatic kiss on the cheek from your mom, which is JUST IS NOT COOL.”

The best part of hitting middle age is the absolute ceasing of giving a fuck.

Welp, feel free to argue with the Center for Disease Control. They’re the ones who provided this information.

There’s a new member of the Hot Topid/Torrid family, if you’re looking for juniors styles in plus sizes: Lovesick. There’s one at the mall down the road from me, and as far as style goes, if Torrid is targeting the Warped Tour crowd, Lovesick is going after the Coachella people. Their website is currently down,…

I keep waiting for the day when their exercising of their First Amendment rights get met with someone else exercising their own Second Amendment rights. I’m honestly a bit surprised it hasn’t happened already.

Cold brew would be fine, though, and is actually what I do whenever I want iced tea if I’m not at work (where the automatic ice maker lives). Tea bags in jug, tap water in jug over tea bags, throw it all in the fridge overnight. You just have to plan ahead, but if you drink a ton of tea, you might as well always have…

SUGAR-FREE POPSICLES. Best thing *ever*. You can eat an entire *box* of them and ingest fewer calories than are in a single cookie.

Um. Just FYI: You’re courting food poisoning there.

Unless you’re the kind of person whose stomach freaks out at dairy products when it’s hour out, always pick ice cream. If you’re that kind of person, pick dairy-free ice cream.

Wrong debate. She’s widely acknowledged as a snake. Correct debate: Anaconda or python?

Here’s the thing about MMMBop that explains to me why it’s epically catchy: It’s produced by the Dust Brothers. As in the producers of Paul’s Boutique (easily one of my top ten favorite albums if not my absolute favorite), Odelay (also very, very high on the list), and the Muppets from Space cover of Shooting Star.…

When I was very, very small (like so young I don’t even remember this), my dad would grow out his beard and mustache, and then he would periodically shave it off. I lost my shit — in a terrified screaming-bloody-murder way — the first time I saw him post-shave every single time. My mom finally figured out that if she…

Okay, HoG citrus is pretty danged easy: Honeysuckle Lemon Curd! Satyr is nice if you want to smell like an evil creamsicle. It has a little something dark at the base. Vetiver, maybe? I’ve never quite put my finger on it. And Zazz (a summer limited edition that they have pretty much every summer. LE samples are three…

Ugh, the hair stuff. Play sent me a sea salt spray for waves. I have a pixie. It’s not long enough to develop a wave. I’m going to see if my sister-in-law wants it because it might be something that she can use to define her curls.

What do you consider pricey? I wear indie perfume oil from Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab almost exclusively, and you can get a bottle of that stuff for around thirty bucks including shipping, and it will last you for years. 5ml doesn’t seem like much, but when it’s oil, you don’t need as much. And they have samples of a…

I bought two Maybelline City palettes today! I can’t recall the last time I bought non-indie eyeshadow, but the Downtown Sunrise and Rooftop Bronzes palettes in particular have been screaming my name for a couple of weeks. I’m on a peach-and-brown kick right now.

The key Joni Mitchell songs are probably Big Yellow Taxi, Chelsea Morning, Help Me, and Raised on Robbery. There are other big songs, but when I think road trip, I think uptempo singalong, and her version of Woodstock (for example) does *not* fit that bill. CSNY’s Woodstock would, though.

I’ll be reading Sweetheart by Chelsea Cain this week. I’m on vacation and have been saving it for this very purpose!

Right as I was loading this page, the radio decided I needed to hear Sexual Healing. This cannot possibly be a coincidence.

Gah, onion rings, BBQ sauce, cheddar cheese, and pickles on a turkey burger. I think I just figured out what lunch is going to be today. (I got this so often at a burger food cart a few years ago that they finally just added it to the official menu so I didn’t have to DIY my own burger.)