otherkate8
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otherkate8

That is some Swamplandia-level excusing.

I'm down. No idea how to go about it, but totally willing.

Hanes, briefs, cotton. If you don't buy your panties by the half dozen in a little package cobbled together with tape and cardboard, you can't hope to be a real Basic.

Yeah! These are great science-in-your-life pieces. I wish Millihelen had been around when I was teaching toxicology. I'm glad to see that uncertainty is addressed here-that's a topic for a whole separate blog-Millicurie, perhaps.

SINGG ITTT. I'm fortunate that my husband treats me as an equal, but the rest of the world...I would also say that it is a lot worse if you are not only a woman, but a foreign woman. I live in a country that is not my own and work, mostly, in a language that isn't my primary, and I know by now that if I want my

I am also scared of pregnancy (who wouldn't be, I would like to know) and have recently been receiving lots of (extremely condescending) talking-tos from my mom and "friends" (and strangers! that's the best) who think I would've somehow escaped knowing how long fertility lasts (I am a 35-year-old married lady and have

Hybrid vigor 4evah

Woof. Lived in Santa Cruz, CA for almost a decade. Beautiful, but same uh, self-righteously adolescent vibe/white people with dreads thing going on. Ugh. Couldn't do Austin, thanks for helping me cross that off the list.

Me too! I always swore the green ones tasted better...

Trying out all the witty take-downs I wanted to use on my co-workers (but kept to myself), first in their language and then in mine, out loud, while sitting on the couch and making emphatic gestures. Uniform for this task: I <3 NY pajama pants, stained hoodie and Isotoners with blue ribbons, while eating

I feel like I won the lottery when I married an actual adult man. Equal pay, voting rights, enshrining equality for all in the law...and not marrying/breeding with domestic incompetents. If everyone agrees to support all of these measures, we will eventually have a gene pool that is worth something, dammit. Yuck. I

You will definitely lie to your parents if you are a girl. There is no other way to protect some part of who you really are or want to be, at least if they are big into policing you into the image they have of who you are supposed to be. My mom somehow developed a completely bizarro and incorrect idea of my sexuality,

Exhibit 50-seventy-eleventy that a lot of people shouldn't have kids. The mismatch between what actually happens and what they want to happen is just going to be too great-I suppose that being a crushing disappointment to your parents is an obligation in a lot of cultures, including mine, but why face that horror

Exercise every day. Just walk up a hill or something if you aren't into organized stuff. I have found it helps a lot with my Reynaud's.

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Who even sings like that? That shit is just unworldly. Such a great talent, so intense. If you've never heard this one of her on KEXP, watch it.

I used to teach microbiology lab, and one of my students did an independent project that was ostensibly about testing the microbial contamination of surgical gloves. She incidentally was able to grow great spoogy, oozing yellow colonies (ok forget discrete colonies, great running rivulets) in a Petri dish by applying

So GOOD. Pineapple + good olives +pesto OMNOMNOM. Washed down with PINEAPPLE JUICE.

Nothing wild. But the following will gack me out anytime

In school I ended up snubbing an acquaintance forever after for saying "ugh, Tori Amos is so arty, I hate her, she's pretentious". Tori is suuuuch a great artist, such a talent, to play AND sing AND write so compellingly and perform so beautifully. I'm glad that somebody whose writing I respect greatly has said so