The only trustworthy food festival is RibFest because the RotaryClub won’t let you down. What with the smoked and BBQd meats from across North America and bloomin onions and fancy pop and ice cream and corn dogs and

I was thinking that! The Ms!

I’m not pregnant yet but my doc has me on pre-natal vitamins already. She says it’s good to start them before a baby starts “as babies are parasites!!” Love her.

This trend is CLEARLY ripping off my Portuguese and Italian friends parents’ homes.

I guess it’s the Slav in me but I vastly prefer the oil-and-vinegar coleslaw to mayo/creamy. It’s much more refreshing.

Occasionally I like to pick up a Vogue (even though I am a Fat Poor and outside their demo) since some of the stuff they feature can really be quite beautiful to look at. At the same time I see some utterly ridiculous things and sigh that 99% of “fashion” is a scam.

No swords? But that’s how we cut our wedding cake. What sacrifices the royals must make for etiquette.

Hulu is America-only which means the rest of us have to hope one of our local channels decides to buy it. Netflix just buy B99 already.

Curse my adult on-set shrimp allergy!!

Itzakadoozies are Good.

As a Canadian, I am endlessly *fascinated* by American grocery chains (also I think the photo up top is for a No Frills - A Canadian discount chain under the Loblaw umbrella. Loblaw is a massive chain that owns most of Canada and... you know what? Canadian supermarket politics is weird so let’s not).

Oh man Instagram makeup is terrifying to behold. It’s one of those things that I appreciate the technical skill required to do it but if I saw you in real life looking like that I’d run away. Similar to an uncanny-valley situation. ESPECIALLY when they go heavy-handed with the highlighter. They look like androids.

Lindy was the one that brought me out of the greys so we share a VERY SPECIAL FOREVER BOND, OKAY

Check concealer colour on your face, not the back of your hand. Your face and your hand are two different shades.

You, specifically? Yes.

Life is a rich tapestry and we all have different feelings towards meat but

Grounds for divorce. WHAT a lie.

I LOVE MY STUFF

My elbows (and the skin closest to my arm bones) are crying just looking at that picture above.

My real enemy are sebaceous filaments. Logically, I know they’re not blackheads and even if I remove them with pore strips and masks and squeezing they will literally come back hours later.