janestclair
janestclair
janestclair

I love cosmetics and skincare and have skills that would transfer well to working in the cosmetics industry. But all the major companies sell skin-whitening products (and the smaller ones that don’t aren’t hiring) and while I understand that most of the industry is problematic in a lot of different ways, that is a

I have been fairly neutral on all things related to that family - but you don’t fuck with my girl Minogue!

Ok, so....I made one last thanksgiving. I also did not eat a morsel of it. But it took me three days, and it fed (desserted?) like 18 people, and they seemed to love it. When we brought the remains to our leftovers party, I watched people eat a very thin slice, wait ten minutes, excuse themselves to go to the bathroom

SNUGGLEWEASELS!

...lots of places call it light rail, because “light rail” is a specific thing.

No problem! It was just kind of hilarious. I actually didn’t even consciously notice it until I was like “Wait, why am I nauseous?”

It was actually more of a shock when I was younger, because I think it was just coming to light around the same time my mom told me about it. It wasn’t just that *I* didn’t know about it - no one did. I know writers tend to lead weird lives, but it’s still a bit shocking at 16 to find out the author of the murder

I really really really wish my discussion about the author Anne Perry wasn’t immediately before this gif in my feed. It’s really hard to focus on the psychosexual aspects of their relationship while a grotesque baby is puking on a loop:-)

It’s really hard to say - I find whether or not they were “in love” in the romantic or sexual sense to be kind of irrelevant (granted, it was several decades earlier, but Anne Shirley and Diana Berry professed their love for each other constantly - the way two friends of the same sex interacted and showed affection to

Yeah, I didn’t want to get too into that (spoilers on a book that is older than I am?), but that was absolutely part of my freak out!

I was like 16 when I found out about it, and it was too much for me at the time. I appreciate the darkness now, but it took about 6 years

That was exactly what freaked me out about it!!

According to my mom and Wikipedia, yes!

My mom had me read The Cater Street Hangman before she told me the author was Kate Winslet’s character from Heavenly Creatures. The knowledge actively fucked with my head at the time (though I got over it and read the rest of the Charlotte and Thomas Pitt novels years later)

Ok, because I have no better place to share this - I hooked up with a guy this weekend who looked so much like RPatz that two girls who saw me making out with him chased me down to ask if I realized how much he looked like “Edward.” I never had a crush on RPatz before, but now I really really do. And i’ll admit that,

Wait - so you mean I didn’t imagine the show “Flash Forward” existed?? I’ve been doubting myself ever since I started hanging around with Firefly geeks who insist that Jewel Staite is a fallacy and only Kaylee exists...

Wait - so you mean I didn’t imagine the show “Flash Forward” existed?? I’ve been doubting myself ever since I started hanging around with Firefly geeks who insist that Jewel Staite is a fallacy and only Kaylee exists...

You don’t happen to be from suburb Chicago, do you? Because you just exactly described a (former) family friend of ours.

While there was obviously a lot of awfulness that happened when my mom died, the stress of picking someone to watch our house who wouldn’t want to be at the funeral because we were told our house would be a target was fucking miserable.

What if you just become really friendly (to the point where it has been labeled “slutty,”)? Slutty Mary Poppins?