“The nicest thing I can say about her, is all her tattoos are spelled correctly.” Truvy - Steel Magnolias.
“The nicest thing I can say about her, is all her tattoos are spelled correctly.” Truvy - Steel Magnolias.
Boden. It’s a plethora of cute. And Wren Ten Ten on Etsy.
Pre smartphones, social networking and vast internet usage - I’m talking about the late 90’s here, it was still possible for insults and verbal bullying to follow you home. In my case, I would have notes stuffed into my bag reminding me how much of a dork I was or horrible notes given in the ruse of a Christmas card. Bullies found a way back then, so the access to technology these days doesn’t make a difference. The fact that they were willing to be that creative with their efforts, astounded me.
Otherwise known as Andy Dwyer and April Ludgate-Dywer’s house.
Just for fun, I’d love to see the guys from Broad City - Ilana Glazer, Abby Jacobson, Hannibal Buress and Arturo Castro.
Beyond Buckskin - curated and managed by a Dr. Jessica Metcalfe, so smarts and arts to boot! It’s a good place to shop for items designed by Native American, Inuit and Aboriginal designers without going through the fake Urban Outfitters route.
My favourite purchase has been a pair of 8-bit feather earrings by a trio called The Soft Museum
We eloped. For the commissioner, it cost CD$120. I wore a dress from Topshop ($90) and the rest of our wardrobe had been with us for years. Oh and there was a pre-wedding A&W buddy cheeseburgers because our wedding was after I had finished work and was hungry. Our friends and their two kids were our witnesses and the “reception” was at their house for Sukiyaki and wine.
Probably not the best way but the only time I’ve done this. I worked for an infamous language school in Japan and a month of having started, the company crashed leaving hundreds of us without our first paycheck. After many months of wondering what would happen next, the company was picked up by another that promised us a good salary and stability, yeah right.
Their operation was deceitful and manipulative - threatening to fire people if they didn’t relocate to some fishing town in the sticks, placing fines on people who were off sick, and evicting people from apartments they didn’t legally own. I had enough and thankfully found a better job elsewhere. They didn’t accept my resignation notice - however formal I made it and they “lost” the letter, expecting me back. I never returned.
Ten days later (in the time they moved to new offices), I had already undergone training for the new job and got a phone call.
“We’re really worried about you, where are you?”
“I gave my notice to say I left.” *eyeroll*
“Oh…We don’t have it anymore so it doesn’t count…Well, just to let you know. We’ll be docking you for the days you didn’t turn up.”
“Fine. Just know I have a better job elsewhere. Byyyeeeee!”
Not as exciting as having their own Bertha Mason then :(
Just get yourself down to the gym or work out at home if necessary. Just don’t be asking the photographer to “photoshop me, so I look slimmer.”
And then I’ll re-watch from the beginning again.
When I was a student at uni, I offered to help a friend (male) carry and move a couch that he had found for cheap. The guy selling it, stopped me from picking it up and said:” Don’t worry, I’ve got this.” While grinning. I didn’t appreciate that he blocked me from attempting to help and I asked him why he did that. “Well, you know.” He said, gesturing at my womanly frame and carried on putting the couch in the van. One of the college technicians was with us as it was his van and patted me on the shoulder and said:” fuck him, he’s from a different world.”
Gabriel Sanchez, you might want to check out, reference the work of Matika Wilbur instead. She is currently photographing the (registered) 562 tribes of the US as a way of highlighting that they are still here and not stuck in an Edward Curtis time warp. https://www.facebook.com/Project562?pnref=lhc
Yep, that Exorcist gif did it to me all over again - in fact as soon as Reagan starts turning her head, it’s game over. I can’t watch the rest of that movie from that point.
I found that your need for food won’t have a set schedule and it can strike at any time. For example, 3am seemed like the best time for stroopwafels and greek yoghurt. Also watching food movies can get you - after watching “Chef”, I caved into my needs and made a grilled cheese sandwich (almost like the one Jeffe makes) at 1am. Of course I pay for it now, as those are the times my daughter likes to wake up and feed.
Yes - Brecon Beacons, Cenarth, Mwnt, St Davids…just a few from a family holiday back in 1990.
#4 really threw me (rectal contractions) in that I didn’t know it was a thing. Though the pushing (when I was finally allowed to) made it slightly better, thank goodness my daughter was small resulting in a 20 minute delivery - much respect however to the women who have given birth to large babies.
Keep a tight reign on your finances. It’s so easy to get caught up in your own freedom, the parties, the cheap drinks at the Student Union, being away in a new city/town… I wasn’t too smart in my first year and it wasn’t until moving out from halls to student housing that I learned to budget properly.
In your first year, you’ll most likely be enticed with spending your money during freshers week and most of it will be crap you don’t really need. Hide that credit card away or better still, don’t sign up for one unless you can pay it off in full thus avoiding the interest.
January 10, 1846 (Robert Browning to Elizabeth Barrett Browning) Do you know, when you have told me to think of you, I have been feeling ashamed of thinking of you so much, of thinking of only you—which is too much, perhaps. Shall I tell you? It seems to me, to myself, that no man was ever before to any woman what you are to me… To Robert Browning:
And now listen to me in turn. You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything….
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I’m thinking it’s along the lines of: the term “It Girl” is overused, Clara Bow is the original It Girl and deserves the term and no one else really epitomizes it now (circling back to the overuse-age of the term).
No sharing of boyfriends, however amicable the break up. Always available for happy hour, especially during those crucial moments - like breaking the glass for the fire axe. Being ready with the arms and shoulders of support when s**t hits the fan.
Brown rice DOES exist in Japan - it’s called Genmai and we eat it mixed with Japanese white rice nearly every day ( as a personal preference).
The second round of inductions were painful (Foley method) and my husband allowing his hand to be squashed to a pulp while this process happened. After tapping out and requesting an epidural at 4cm, I felt tons better and was able to get a nap. However, it the pain came back again during the rectal contractions (when the baby is already passing through the birth canal) and the doctors thought it best not to let me have a top up of drugs. It felt better when I was allowed to push and by 20 mins it was all over, not including the whole labour which started from 2pm till 8am the next day. Having an amazing support person in the form of my husband helped. Even if he couldn’t take the contraction pain away.
Higher Ground, Kensington, Calgary. Love their Mac & Cheese and Green Snow Dragons.
The website 7 Cups of Tea is a free online counselling service in case people who need help and comfort aren’t up to speaking to someone on the phone. You chat with a trained listener or you can choose one based on language, areas of problem experience.
An Amiga 500 back in 1990. My mum did right by taking a picture, right after I opened my eyes and my dad put the box before me.
Totally Steve Buscemi, and lately Michael Shannon and Thomas Haden Church. Guys with rugged, cliffs of Dover faces. I can’t explain.
I giggled at the alternative of Sam saying: “Fuck the pigs.”
I see Percy Pigs getting a mention! Which I have learnt is great trading currency :) Also the things I miss: proper fish and chips with the proper chips, not fries! Greasy spoon breakfasts, Tango, Vimto, PG Tips or Yorkshire Tea, Horlicks, Robinsons Fruit Barley, Skips, McCoys, Squares, Walkers brand of anything such as French Fries, those smelly scampi crisps, Hula Hoops, Battered sausages at the chippy, M&S deserts, Bisto, Marmite, Branston Pickle, Jammie Dodgers, Matchsticks, Scotch eggs, Pork Pies, Jaffa Cakes, Hob Nobs, Digestives, Jelly Tots…. This is what care packages from mum are made for :)
I’d be curious to know how many hits on this post is purely because people saw: “Eugene Lee Yang” as the poster.
#2 Nothing beats going to a clothing store and having the girls fake enthusiasm by saying with every purchase: “Are you excited to be a Gilly Hicks girl yet?” I asked the girl if I had to say yes and her lean in and eye roll was priceless.
I spent a year living in Yorkshire and spent many a Christmas holiday traveling up to my aunt and uncles in the Dales. I’ll agree that it does ruin you for life and there’s nothing quite like it.
I wasn’t feeling that great at a friends wedding due to an ill-advised night out before and was now paying for it. The wedding was beautiful and lots of pictures were taken and all I could think was:” I must look like crap.” Soon the pictures made it onto facebook and thousands of miles away in Australia, my husband to-be was checking out these said photos because they featured a friend of his, who was also a friend of mine (and looked way together while standing next to me). He felt, in his words that I was “more than attractive” and went about writing to our mutual friend on who I was and how he could get to know me. This is factoring the fact that I: a) was hungover in those pictures and b) miles away living in Japan, nowhere near him. Eventually, we got around to emailing each other, despite the fact that I was done with dating and just wanted to hang out with my friends and waste my weekends on them. I decided to give him a chance, only knowing that he was from Canada, a second-gen Japanese guy, and I could barely make out his face on his facebook profile thumbnail. He turned out to be a very grounded, thoughtful and smart guy and the more we emailed (pretty much every day), the more I liked him, the more he liked me, the we learned about each other and the more I eventually fell for him, despite never having met him physically. We Skyped after a month of writing and we took each other on our adventures through pictures, words and chatting to each other. I honestly felt this was the best way to have gotten to know him and made the anticipation of seeing him in the flesh all the more greater. When we did get to meet, it was pretty nerve-racking, making my way to arrivals at Melbourne airport and this awkward drive to his place, but after that and a walk to the city centre, it was amazing. We already knew so much about each other, the only obstacle was getting over not being nervous with the intimacy and affection. It started off as an unusual start to a relationship and ended in us getting married after four years of crazy adventures. And all because I looked like crap and took a chance on stranger across the seas.
So many things. The fact that half of my family are living there, that my mum is from there, the food, my cousins, the brilliant hospitality, and the food.
“Was that place, THE SUN?!”
Chandlers reaction to Ross’s botched tanning session.
Where did YOU read that I was attacking phantosmia or assuming gender? I was AGREEING with phantosmia and offering my own experiences you twat.
So you don’t get the other choice micro aggressions such as: “You don’t look Asian enough to be Filipino”, “Are you sure you’re half because you look white/Spanish/Italian/Greek”, “You’re half Filipino! Really, because I thought you were______”, “So did your dad pick your mum out of a catalogue?”, “That’s your mum? I thought she was your maid/nanny”, “Who’s that strange Asian lady that picks you up from school?”
I love it when I meet white guys who say this, thinking they’ll find themselves a submissive girlfriend then BAMMM! They loose their trousers because their ladies are now wearing them.
This made my stomach hurt - I’m crying.