How was your week, guys? I spent Monday in San Deigo (and it was gross), lunched on Buster’s famous onion rings with Elizabeth and this weekend I brought the same salad to two bbqs because I believe in multi-tasking.
Enough about me! Let’s talk about you!
A few years ago I was part of this Minneapolis arts ambassador program and I can’t recommend it highly enough. In exchange for a tweet or two you get to attend nine events at a tiny fraction of the ticket price. Look into it, MSP-ers!
Fellow renters! Easy, temporary backsplash tiles!
Until I read this, I didn’t realize that I agreed. ‘Celebrities I Have Long Believed Are Enchanted Dogs In Human Form.’ (Tony Danza, OBVIOUSLY.)
YES. Yes. Even though I love travel and it’s a huge part of my life, I don’t think that it’s a requirement for a fulfilling life and I think it’s condescending to assume that someone ‘hasn’t lived’ till they’ve seen the pyramids. (Puke.)
Because of how I was raised, where I went to school, and professional luck, I graduated into a class of people who seem to take international travel for granted, as if not going abroad is some kind of hardship. I guess this has always kind of irked for a few reasons. Firstly, the assumption that a lot of travel-privileged have that there is some sort of transcendent experience only they understand because of their travel that non-travelers wouldn’t understand. Yes, travel is educational and expands worldview, but so does meeting new people from diverse backgrounds and exploring neighborhoods outside your own. The assumption that people who don’t travel are somehow small-minded has always driven me nuts.
The second thing that always bothered me about a particular type of snobby world traveler is how classist and condescending they can be. “Oh my god you haven’t been to Paris?!? That’s crazy!” As if Paris was as far away as Bakersfield and as cheap to stay in.
I am always going to wear a helmet when I bike, but apparently there are some pretty decent reasons not to? Discuss.
Related: if you’re new to biking (or – like me – you know a million people who have been hit by cars) check out Ride The City. It’s an app that outlines ‘direct,’ ‘safe,’ and ‘safer’ routes for you!
Super interesting. The likely cause of addiction has been discovered and it’s not what you think.
Ahhhhh! Farting is my secret feminist weapon that works every time.
Not 10 seconds after my flatulence escaped me, though, a line of noxious odor that can only be described in subway terms as more-gross-than-unbathed-homeless-person and less-gross-than-actual-feces, and crept along to the unassuming nostrils of the privileged man half sitting in my seat.
Faster than the speed of fart, this man sniffled ever so slightly and then shifted over in his seat, removing the part of his thighs and butt that had been crossing the line into my territory.
It was a miracle.
A swimsuit worth bookmarking (and stalking as we wait for it to go on sale.)
Also: A cute feminist t-shirt.
It’s possible! The $30 dinner party!
This is important. A gentler, more compassionate way to talk about suicide.
Someone does not “commit” suicide, they die from suicide. This is a much less judgmental, more straightforward way to talk about someone who dies from mental illness. They are not “a suicide” any more than someone who dies from cancer is “a cancer.”
Hope you had a great weekend, guys!