She loved crime. She was very interested in criminal cases. We watched the trial of the Menéndez brothers while on the phone every single day for six months. It was in L.A., so it started at noon on the East Coast. I felt very guilty watching it, because I was supposed to be writing a book, but I would say to myself, “Well, Toni does it, so I’m sure it’s fine.” Of course, that was before I knew that Toni got up at 5 in the morning, so, by noon, she had already done a full day’s work.
However, a huge percentage of beauty industry profits is snake oil, products often endorsed by extremely hot women (paid spokesmodels and beauty civilians alike), who sometimes truly believe that it’s the cream or serum that’s making them hot, rather than their enviable genetics and/or healthy, wealthy lifestyles. (If you are a Gwyneth, good for you; I am more of a Dorothy Parker.) These Genetic Lottery Winners and/or Clean Living Hot Girls are the bane of normal women’s existence, always leading us down wrong paths and dead ends, even if inadvertently, as we continue our desperate search for confidence and desirability. Hot Girl beauty recommendations are almost never to be trusted.
Posted: December 23rd, 2019 | Tags:Uncategorized | Comments Off on recommendations
lying in bed and reading junky sci-fi (i splurged for the holidays and finally bought the fifth season) (full disclosure also bought a used copy from powell’s but somehow bought a DIFFERENT wrong novel named the fifth season?)
being a woman is just constantly hating your immediate present self and then looking back and hating your past self for not appreciating your beauty and opportunities at that time and it just goes on like. forever
Posted: December 6th, 2019 | Tags:Uncategorized | Comments Off on the long slow triumph of it
from helena fitzgerald’s essay about the yeah yeah yeahs’s “maps”:
Another thing Maps is about is how much better it feels to think about these things after the fact, how with some time a fiction settles over certain memories. I think a lot about Karen O playing that song over and over for the rest of her career, as the lyrics transformed from a present hurt to a distant memory, the long slow triumph of it becoming monotonous and losing its sting, just a song, until the only person left who existed in the story was herself, standing onstage doing the same thing for the thousandth time.
liked this question from apiece apart interview with pastry chef natasha pickowicz (mentioned her awesomeness before here):
“We have all had curvy paths. Please list all of your jobs, since you were 16.”
i started to answer myself (what else is this blog but my personal opportunity to answer interview questions), but it was terribly boring and long cuz my path has been perhaps too curvy. some standouts, tho: waitress at star pizza (i was terrible) (i dropped a giant glass of water on someone’s lap TWO TIMES in the three months i worked there); short stint as the texas rodeo mascot, rusty rodeo; a temp AT a temp office; grading standardized tests (a strange look into our educational system); ID checker/bouncer at planet marfa (i was also terrible at this). i’m hoping there’s a “finally” in my list (as a children’s librarian, everyone pray for it!). also natasha mentioned this song in her interview and how did i never know it?
