I have already sold 18 boxes of girl scout cookies for my kid, with almost no effort. I am so proud of myself! (Because when I was a kid, my mother had no work to take the form to, and made me knock on doors, and I had to sweat blood to sell the required 10 boxes. Man, that sucked. Not putting my kid through that.)

right cause all us NYers are seasonal localvore hipster semi-vegan quasi-raw food freegans so there.

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I had a British friend who once quipped about LA that "even the decadance comes off as a bit ascetic."

flea, I had to sell door-to-door, too, but I was the only cookie-seller on a small cul-de-sac of nice old people. I did pretty well, IIRC. This setting also had benefits at Halloween.

Y'all saw the "paleo" eater article in the NYT recently, right? [link]

Fuckin' hipsters.

From cracked.com: 7 Books We Lost to History That Would Have Changed the World

I can no longer remember: do they have a cookie as the foundation, or are they just chocolate and marshmallow?

Cookie!!

Aw, man. I thought so. Now I want one. (Without a cookie foundation, it didn't sound as yummy. But WITH a cookie -- get in mah belly!)

Fucking hipsters. I bet the cavemen WISH they had access to Mallowmars.

Y'all saw the "paleo" eater article in the NYT recently, right? [link]

Fuckin' hipsters.

“New York is the only city in America where you can walk,” said Nassim Taleb, an investor who gained a measure of celebrity for his theories,

I kindly invite Mr. Taleb over here to San Francisco. He might have issues with the hills, though (did Paleo man scale mountains)?

Fuckin' hipsters, indeed. And fuckin' NYT for treating them seriously.

There weren't too many little girls on my street (all my neighborhood friends were boys), so I had the GS cookie market cornered my one year of being in Brownies. I had to do the door-to-door thing for all of my various fundraisers; my parents never took things into work to sell. CCD chocolate, junior-high band oranges and grapefruit, high school raffle tickets--I sold them all.

My sophomore year, the nuns at the high school finally figured out the best incentive to get us to sell the tickets. Every year, our all-girls school would shut down for two weeks and they'd send us over to our brother school for half-day classes while they converted our school building for the big fundraiser into a quasi-showplace (several small nightclubs out of various classrooms, food and drinks out of other classrooms, and the gym became a big showroom complete with a big band which I was in my freshman year and ersatz showgirls). The boys school had a very lax clothes policy (no t-shirts, jeans permitted), but we girls had the full-on Catholic school uniform, plaid pleated skirts and Peter Pan collared shirts, no gym shoes allowed.

Well, for raffle ticket incentives, the nuns told us we could wear jeans during that Jubilation period if we sold 20 over our quota. That was the first year ever in which they went over quota, and almost every girl was wearing jeans that March.

For Teppy: [link]