Web Time Wasters

How was your week guys? Mine was normal/boring but my weekend has been near perfection: going out dancing, brunch + a cat show with buddies, and today a clothing swap and a group viewing of Downton Abbey!

Enough about me. Let’s talk about links!

Cute gifts for the kid scientist in your life!

I always love a good round up of well-reviewed drugstore beauty products. (And for the record, thisis STILL the only lipstick I use.)

A sweet quote.

I am alllll over solutions for storage and lightning and tiny kitchens – I love the idea of installing a sliding door to free up more space in a small room. And I bet you could even do this in a rental!

Is Britney Spears a feminist icon?

If you imagine the Britneyplex as concentric circles, you’d find her and her parents and her sister and brother, but also her kids and Kevin and Kevin’s other kids, and then the managers and the agents and publicists. Further out on those circles are the dancers, many of whom have trained all their lives to be her dancers. (Unlike some other stars, she likes to share the stage with them, and isn’t threatened by their presence — something that occasionally works to her detriment with some of the critics, when they compare her with her much younger compatriots.)The more I learn about American football, how it affects the players’ health, and what happens when they retire, the more heart broken I am that we support this sport. This story about a Superbowl-winning player who’s now bankrupt and struggling with brain damage is eye-opening.

Mesmerizing cinemagraphs.

If you had a self-chosen ‘uniform’ what would it be?

The first 10 minutes of anything set the tone for the rest of it.

What were 29-year-old Marilyn Monroe’s New Year’s resolutions?

Did you know that wildlife crossings are a thing? How sweet!

A reminder we all need from time to time: if someone is romantically interested in you, you will know (and you won’t need to decipher their texts.)

What to do if someone calls you out for saying something shitty.

This makes me want to go back to India.

Love at any size.
For most of my dating life, my amplitude was something to be overlooked, overcome. Tolerated. I remember one man, an alcoholic who’d begun taking red wine before his morning coffee, sitting across from me as I held a vegetable roll between my chopsticks, and asking, with an earnest obliviousness, if I might consider “eating healthier food.” My suitors were always taken enough with everything beneath my skin — heart and wit and good old-fashioned moxie — but only taken so far. Even if our breakups were rooted in banality of mismatched ambitions, uneven libidos, or just plain stupid youth, there was always a thin tendril muscling up from that root, one that choked our relationships: the stigma of dating a fat girl.

And a few Yes and Yes posts you might have missed: 7 totally amazing magazines we should all be reading, How to be a movie extra, True Story: My husband and I sailed from California to New Zealand – while I was pregnant.

Hope you guys had a lovely weekend!


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