So, my ex-boyfriend was college roommates (and apparently is still friends with) the dude who shot Jimmy, because there are really only like twelve people in Canada.

I have discovered that while I still hate retail shopping, I LOVE secondhand shopping. Since I own a vintage business and thrift like it’s my job (‘cause it is), this means my wardrobe has gotten fairly out of control.

Seriously, assholes, STAND RIGHT, WALK LEFT. I’ve lived in the DC area my whole life and will NEVER understand why this is difficult.

I was looking for a chaise on Craigslist once, and very nearly bought a reasonably priced pink velvet “Victorian Feigning Couch.”

I FINALLY figured out what bugs me about 1840s fashion plates! (yes, I look at 19thc fashion plates often enough that this is an ongoing issue.) Nobody has a goddamn CHIN! Like, yes, the 1830s were bonkers (the sleeves really were that big, and the hairstyles really were that ridiculous) but at least they had…

Couple of years ago I had a booth at a flea market (I sell vintage clothing). Two women were looking at the clothes I had out— looked like mom and daughter, both very blonde and Southern and polished. The daughter pulled out a faux fur stole and asked if I had any real ones. I told her not at the market, but we had a…

I kind of want to see a Who Wore it Better for this with her and Lwaxana Troi.

Sounds like you’ve got it under control. My parents love to tell the story of how, at 18 months, I leaned backwards in my high chair and grabbed the waiter’s crotch. But eventually I got the hang of restaurant etiquette; these days I tip generously and I haven’t grabbed a waiter’s crotch in years.

omg I hope they put Edith Garrud in it!!!

See, I actually don’t love Superman stories that emphasize his alien-ness, because I don’t think Clark sees himself as particularly alien. For me, the best Superman stories make it clear that he didn’t learn to be Superman on Krypton— everything that really makes him a hero, he got in a farmhouse in Kansas.

Basically, interesting Superman stories are stories where the problem can’t be solved by punching. Give Morrison’s All-Star Superman a try— he does a really good job of making you care about a guy who is effectively omnipotent.

No, Judaism is pretty clear that almost all other rules get superseded by a life-or-death situation. It’s like the First Law of Robotics that way.

Oh god, a 14-year-old of my acquaintance (I'm the after-school nanny/actually mostly chauffeur for her and her younger sister) was wearing one of those black plastic choker necklaces the other day when I drove her and her friend to rehearsal. I said 'wait, those are back? I thought you weren't allowed to wear them…

I was going to disagree, but actually I would hella let Steve Rogers hold the door for me.

I'll tell you the same thing I told my sister— think about the historical context. The women who wore extravagant hoop-skirted gowns in that particular place and time are not women you want to emulate. Sure, people wore full skirts throughout the 19th century. But somehow, for some reason, nobody ever wants to wear an…

She didn't name them, but I can ask.

My sister's a student at UGA right now. I asked her about this, and she said the only two frats who still hold these costume parties are known to be racist— one apparently stopped holding events with a sorority they had partied with in the past after the sorority admitted their first black member, and neither has…

Noooope, the cage crinoline was invented in the 1850s. If you're thinking of farthingales, those are a different thing and were in fashion in the 1500s but were not worn for the hundreds of years in between.

Oh, no, Nick's off the wagon again? That's a shame. He was lovely when I met him at Dragoncon a few years ago.

Lately, I have been living at the sartorial intersection of Ms Frizzle, a lady hobbit, and a Muggleborn witch who probably works at a library or something. Lots of cardigans with weird brooches pinned to them, lots of dirndl skirts, lots of novelty prints. I'm enjoying it, so far.