This is the thing that bugs me so much. If your not a white guy, you must only be making a film that appeals/speaks to that “niche” of people like you, while white dudes can magically create universally relatable films (that are usually about white dudes). Very annoying.

Also, don’t listen to this while walking home after dusk. That was a really bad idea on my part.

I bought my pestemals from this seller on Amazon:

This outfit was all the rage when I was in high school. I’m 27. This can’t be vintage yet.

I keep a bit of talc or baby powder (unscented, thank you paranoid new parents). planes wandering, etc cause my joints waistband and bra band to sweat up and feel ucky. If I can’t shower right away, I powder it up, especially the waist band. No sticky elastic feeling for me.

This reminds me of the time I had to haul my duvet to the cleaners.

Who plotted their destruction.

Part of it is that in order to sell it in a legal set up (like say, booze) you actually have to have local and state governments set up a lot of rules at once. For instance, licensing rules for dispensaries (aka, agreements between dispensaries and the state about where they can be located, how much product they can…

I’m not sure, it might be a scarf, but the pic is kinda blurry. because I’m moderately insane about the importance of clothing to society, I shall point to the awesome Annette Kellerman, who started swimming as a form of physical therapy and literally went from not being able to walk without assistance as a child to a…

So, for 1906, what your great aunt is wearing in the top photo is considered a bathing suit. Swim wear for women at the time was typically a knee length skirt with bloomers and stockings, often made out of wool. It isn’t in until the late 1910’s and early 20’s, when swimming started to become a recognized sport for…

I want her swimsuit very badly.

If it makes you feel any better they made then 13 year old me look like a forty year old ultra conservative Mormon houhousewife. The cat peed on them. He has good taste.

If I’m checking most of my stuff, I go with my everyday timbuk2 classic bag. It fits the book/kindle/snack foods/knitting/earphones/water bottle/basic meds that I to survive the flight.

I’ve always thought the forties were the easiest era of compulsory makeup. Little to no fussing with the eyes, add a little shimmery stuff if you could (or just vaseline, again) put on lipstick, then done.

So, my absolute favorite thing to do when I travel, to really get an understanding of a place is to visit it’s grocery stores. They catch a perfect slice of life for a place, along with its distinct particularities. It sounds ridiculous but ever since my first internationall trip where I found myself trying to figure…

I absolutely loved Vancouver Island when I went last summer. As a suggestion for those South of the border, Amtrak Cascades runs a train from Portland, Oregon to the city of Vancouver, where you can catch a ferry to the island. Normally I’m more of a plane person, but both the ferry and the train have gorgeous views…

Classic middle aged entitled prof: “ well, you know what they say, why buy the cow if you can get the milk for free”

For reasons I can't entirely explain, I want the cat queen outfit, really really badly.

As the extremely underrated 19th century writer put it "she was faithful with that faith of which only a dog is capable — that unquestioning faith to which even the most loving women never quite attain."

My guess would be the Southwest, Arizona, New Mexico, Nevada, etc. That's where burrowing owls like these guys chill out, along with javelinas, mini desert pigs.