It's been a sad week, a strange week, and a week in which a few of my favorite things (some made by friends) got me through...
Friday, October 31, 2014
Thursday, October 16, 2014
Although it's been a busy week, there's always time for a few of my favorite things...
This show, although the trailer doesn't do it justice.
(P.S., it's on Amazon Prime. Stop sleeping and get on that.)
(I wish I was this crafty/had this house.)
These girls, again. Yes.
(My birthday is just a over a month away, FYI.)
This song, because you should listen to another something new this weekend.
Friday, October 10, 2014
Yeah, it's Friday. Yeah, you made it through the Blood Moon. Here are some suggestions to assuage your weekend melancholy.
Also, and in case you missed it...
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Y’all ready for this?
Erin: Hey LisaLisa, how’s your October going?
Lisa: slow and steady wins the race, erin.
Erin: OK then! Let’s answer these questions, because we’ve got a couple long ones.
Lisa: ok bitch, let’s get to it.
Lisa: um, okay, um, okay, OMG. a budding/new relationship is hard no matter what, but sister, you met this guy on okstupid, he lives across an ocean, and he’s pulling back a bit. i’m sure he’s cute and educated and all that, but seriously, can’t you find someone in your own zip code to obsess over?
Erin: I am so exhausted by your weird cyber relationship/non-relationship, I barely have the strength to answer these questions. Yes, you are wasting your time. Yes, there are many red flags. I have no idea if he is “cheating” or writing erotica to other women he has met online. It’s irrelevant why he’s acting the way he is acting. But, girlfriend, please date in the real world, and move on from your pen pal.
Lisa: YOU DON’T KNOW THIS PERSON! YOU’VE NEVER MET HIM! HE IS A FANTASY. if he actually comes to see you, great. in the meantime, focus on something other than a “relationship” that isn’t real.
Erin: Lastly, I will never understand the correlation you made in this sentence: “I've sensed another change in him lately like he's been a little more sensitive and even accused me of making fun of him when sick and he offered to buy me music although international tax isn't cheap.” Good luck!
Erin: First of all, you yourself are pretty damn judge-y of your friends. You paint a pretty bleak picture of both of them. Maybe to your “rich friend” you act or dress “white trash.” And maybe, to your “poor friend” you act like a “rich gal.” They both sound awful according to your descriptions, so either they really are and you should get new friends or you are a judgmental bitch. I have friends from all socioeconomic backgrounds and I don’t really think about it. I have friends that are into different things than I am, and I guess I never relate it to how they grew up or how much money they have.
Lisa: wow, do you ever hang out with them together? now that would be some jerry springer shit. i grew up in the deep south, so i understand the poor people no teeth thing. i also understand the rich people scenario and i have several gucci purses. anyway, you can be friends with whomever you want, no matter what their socioeconomic status, but what are you actually gaining by being friends with them? if you feel like “crap” it’s a sign that something’s not right. maybe you’ve just outgrown both of them? pull the hard fade with both these bitches and find new friends with people who are more on your level.
Erin: I’m still trying to figure out if Jerry Springer is still on the air…
Lisa: tell her what? that her new husband is a skank-ass motherfucker? no, stay out of it.
Erin: I agree. Stay out of this mess. And stop all contact, including intimate contact. They deserve each other, assuming she knew he was with someone else when they first hooked up.
Phew, we did it. Another round of questions in the bag. Don’t shoot the messengers! If you have a question for us, use the form on the top right of the page. We will answer all questions (eventually) and with (some) care. As always, your anonymity is golden.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
This week, these are a few of my favorite things.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
A couple of days ago, I had a conversation with a friend about learning to act one's age. Let's be real, we all struggle with this. OK, I struggle with this. (And honestly, you probably do, too.) There are times when the 13 year old inside of me rears her self-centered head and I have to send her to her room. But, for the most part, I've learned to leave that crap behind me, so when I see it around me, in grown adults, in their 30s and 40s, I want to shake the adolescent bravado right out of them.
Growing up is tricky. We are inundated with a drive towards staying young in all forms of media. And it's attractive! We all want to hang on to that fleeting time period when we had the freedom to do what we wanted to, with little to no responsibility or sense of future, other than the future was limitless. Right? (Or, the future seemed scary and we didn't want to glance in that direction. Either way, those mercurial days are yearned for.)
Why do you think I love all things 90s? We probably all cling to the era in which we came of age. And, it's good to maintain a youthful spirit, to hang on to that energy, to keep living life as if the future is limitless.
On the flip side of that, maybe grow up a little. If you are at the point in your life that you might want to experience things like a long-term healthy relationship, or owning a home, or having a kid, or actually following your passion, or (gasp) making a difference, you kind of have to grow up, at least a little.
Yes, take care of yourself, exercise, strive to look your best, and have fun. But, throwing tantrums in bars, or having random sex without a condom, or doing cocaine in a bathroom at 2 AM, or not paying your taxes because fuck the man, or rejecting any and all adult responsibilities because you think if you look cute and play dumb you'll get your way.... is lame.
And it's not a good look. And you're too old for this. And you can still have fun and be sexy and feel young without acting like you're Peter Pan or Lolita when you're 40. Because that is not so cute. Seriously. Even at 30, not so cute. (Late 20s, you're pushing it.)
So my unsolicited advice for the day is to stop acting like a teenager. You're not one. You would never have hung out with the you now in high school anyway.
PS. Since Halloween is coming....
(If you look into the world of "couples costumes" you can find, well not hours, but maybe 20 minutes of good entertainment.)