Do you know one of the things that makes me really angry? That I have to tell my students how to behave if there is a school shooting. That I have to tell them we “shelter in place.” We turn off the lights. We hide our bags. We turn off our cell phones so they don’t light up and they don’t make any noise. And that I…
Is this real? It looks real. I ... no ... huh ... yikes.
I have this ridiculous problem of not knowing when or if to ask for help on life things. Like, when am I imposing and when am I not? I see people all around me who ask easily for help, without a second thought. What is it about my personality that makes it so hard for me to do? I end asking but also apologizing for…
Yeah. I can’t star or post comments either. Sigh.
1. The Eternal Kitten Machine
On another note, it would be nice if childcare were affordable. I pay $1200 for childcare and healthcare together. It’s like a second apartment.
Well! My microbial cloud and I will be at work today. Where will you and all your microbial friends be?
There are so many foods I like, but I can’t have because I’m in the wrong part of the country for them. I don’t care what anyone says.
Are we supposed to hate successful women if they are pretty and stuff and maybe got some of their success from their looks? Because I can’t seem to do that and still feel like I’m doing a great job as a feminist.
It’s very Portlandia, but really, they have a great podcast on Charles Manson from the viewpoint of Hollywood and the ways these other situations were part of that time period.
Seriously, this is the most adorable thing ever. If slightly dirty. In a dirt way. You people. Dirty minds.
The term gaslighting comes from the Ingrid Bergman film Gaslight, where the main character’s husband tries to make her think she is going insane. It’s a great movie, by the way, and the ending is quite satisfying. I won’t spoil it for you, but it’s where the term comes from. It’s an insidious process that can tear…
Okay, then. That’s how the day went. So, I need this.
This happened in July, so dead raccoon has gone on to his reward. Still.
Okay, this competition over who raises their children “the best” has just got to end.
I was just musing today about being stuck in flyover country, in the middle of the country, probably forever. I wish I could move back to California. I really loved it. Although, August sucked. But, boy, do I hate winter.
Seriously, is it just me? I seem to be having weird things happen when I click on posts, like they disappear and reappear, etc.