I just had this in my ADR class. Never mind that I already have a law degree from a non-US jurisdiction (thank you, California State Bar rules, for making me do a JD again because going to law school once was never going to be enough for a masochist like me). Never mind that I am the machine that pumps out half the…

She sings that song “Price Tag.”

Met Sarah (post-Randy Andy) once randomly in Covent Garden. My mother saw her first and strong-armed me into saying “hello.” My mom was all wonderfully American and casual, and said essentially “good on you for getting out of a shitty marriage,” and Sarah seemed genuinely delighted. I was in the throes of “I AM…

If anything came out of it, it was to learn that I don’t need to save anyone else from themselves except me. I also learned that it is okay to say, “I QUIT!” and walk out of a shitty marriage, and that in the end no one who loves you (and many who don’t) will judge you for it.

I learned this the hard way when I blew all my Fuck Off Fund ($60k) on trying to make my crazy (now ex-) husband stop being so fucking horrible all the time. I moved to the States because he wanted this, moved to California despite having all my US ties on the East Coast, gave up a sweet gig at a think tank for…

Thank you. I didn’t have a washing machine in most of the flats I lived in in Bristol and London until I finally bought my own place and had one installed (with integrated spin dryer!). I spent many, many hours at various launderettes, even when I lived in a supposedly posh building.

Nope — I am also a descendant! I think I posted the death warrant for my ancestor, Susannah Martin, a few weeks ago. Susannah was involved in all manner of disputes over the years relating to property. Witchcraft was a convenient cover for some of the accusations.

My boyfriend’s family currently lives in northern Mississippi. It’s an... interesting place.

My sister-in-law is very lucky to have gotten the job she has right out of UCL. My brother’s PhD specialization is in GIS, which builds off the Archaeology degree but opens up more employment opportunities. The competition is fierce, no doubt about it.

I agree! Neither had completed their BA over here so they decided they should just go for it. While both had good careers, neither was happy in their work. The kids adjusted well (they were 10 and 12 at the time).

I feel ya. :-( Building sawmills sounds pretty awesome though.

You can do it! My brother and sister-in-law quit their jobs at the age of 40, sold the house, took the kids and moved to Britain so they could both become archaeologists. Both now have degrees (my brother’s almost done with his PhD; she has a BA) from University College London and my sister-in-law is now working on…

I love Cohen but can no longer listen to him. :-( It is classic “good guy” music though — great for the chronically misunderstood dude who is overlooked by all the ladies!

*hugs*

I see them on the Westside, where I live. Things are slower to change out here. There might be a filter at Fairfax that stops progress.

They were outstanding for being hideous and attractive for that hideousness. Full marks for the sheer ballsiness of wearing out-there headgear.

I lived in Britain for 12 years and actually needed to have several hats to wear to events (weddings, christenings, Cheltenham). Prior to moving there, I only ever needed a hat when it was February and my mom made me wear one (which I promptly removed upon getting out of her sight, like any adolescent). These hats of…

Mmmm. Makes me think of GWAR and cake, both of which are things I like.

What about if you ship Toby from The West Wing and yourself? Asking for a friend.

You and me both, sister. :-/