Sometime around yesterday afternoon, I realized something: I was sick. More than a few of you are likely thinking, “Well, obviously. It’s not normal for a grown woman to constantly obsess about baked goods and Jeff Goldblum. At least she finally admitted it. Now she can get help.” And to those folks I laugh and…
– I don’t understand kids today. I’ve tried. But they are nothing like I was at their age. In my younger years, I did not swoon over effeminate beauties like Justin Bieber (we didn’t even have an equivalent in the mid-90s. We settled for a young Brad Pitt and we liked it). I did not…
– I’ve tried writing this post three times already. I spent the whole morning working on it, then most of the afternoon. At one point, it may have even reduced me to tears. And by “may have” I mean “definitely.” The problem is that I can’t be objective on this topic. I know what you’re…
– I’ve mentioned before that I don’t think photos should be taken in museums. And I stand by that point, even though I’m a really huge hypocrite about the whole thing. I defend my actions by claiming that I have to take photos for the blog. If I couldn’t take pictures, I’d have to pepper…
It’s been an odd week. I tried to figure out precisely what to say about it, but I’ve been at a loss for words. That extra day in the middle of it – February 29th – really threw me for a loop. “How would you describe this week?” I asked Rand, hoping for a little…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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