Georgia gets "most sickly" based on highest rate of reported influenza cases. The CDC is right here, people. We can't fudge the statistics.
That sucks, msbelle. My mortgage companies in Georgia have always required a termite letter.
Inara: We thought we lost you. Mal: Well, I've been right here.
'Out Of Gas'
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ginger - Jan 24, 2011 11:39:58 am PST #18668 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
quester - Jan 24, 2011 11:41:07 am PST #18669 of 30001
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
It went ok, I think. I tried to seem interested and receptive. he did most of the talking but I tried to convey that I was paying attention.
I don't know what I could have done better, but I'm sure I'll think of something later. Thanks for the well wishes.
It's a waiting game now!
P.M. Marc - Jan 24, 2011 11:43:29 am PST #18670 of 30001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
And it arrived here today! Someone was into the Maybelline Aluminum collection, I see. I like!
Someone got a case of it on eBay for $12. Like, a store case. Including the display. All the colors. Multiples of all the colors. Many of which she already owned. Some in duplicate/triplicate.
Someone at some point realized she didn't need four or five backups of certain colors.
Msbelle, I'm sorry. I think Monday Termites beats my Monday Falling Down My Stairs for Crap Starts to Mornings.
Liese S. - Jan 24, 2011 11:43:54 am PST #18671 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
And it arrived here today!
Yay!
Liese S. - Jan 24, 2011 11:44:56 am PST #18672 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
It had not yet occurred to me to look for nail polish on ebay. Woe.
tommyrot - Jan 24, 2011 11:46:01 am PST #18673 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
P.M. Marc - Jan 24, 2011 11:46:03 am PST #18674 of 30001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
It's not as good as it used to be. Lots of scalpers who drive up the prices on HTF stuff.
msbelle - Jan 24, 2011 11:46:07 am PST #18675 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Well, my mom's Monday get another skin biopsy for new possibly location of cancer beat my termites.
Cass - Jan 24, 2011 11:51:32 am PST #18676 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Monday Falling Down My Stairs for Crap Starts to Mornings.
I am going to say that, like termites, this is also BAD.
tommyrot - Jan 24, 2011 11:51:35 am PST #18677 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
The Princess Industrial Complex
Having written about girls’ adolescence, journalist Peggy Orenstein is quite the expert in parenting of young girls.
Her attempt in raising her daughter free of the girlie-girl stereotype, however, was nuked when – in what seems like an overnight transition – her 3-year-old daughter became enamored with being a princess.
And so began Peggy’s journey in understanding the "princess phase" – and the corporate drive to foster and cash in that phenomenon.
Orenstein takes us on a tour of the princess industrial complex, its practices as coolly calculating as its products are soft and fluffy. She describes a toy fair, held at the Javits Center in New York, at which the merchandise for girls seems to come in only one color: pink jewelry boxes, pink vanity mirrors, pink telephones, pink hair dryers, pink fur stoles. “Is all this pink really necessary?” Orenstein finally asks a sales rep.
“Only if you want to make money,” he replies.
The toy fair is one of many field trips undertaken by Orenstein in her effort to stem the frothy pink tide of princess products threatening to engulf her young daughter. The author of “Schoolgirls: Young Women, Self Esteem, and the Confidence Gap,” among other books, Orenstein is flummoxed by the intensity of the marketing blitz aimed at girls barely old enough to read the label on their Bonne Bell Lip Smackers. “I had read stacks of books devoted to girls’ adolescence,” she writes, “but where was I to turn to understand the new culture of little girls, from toddler to ‘tween,’ to help decipher the potential impact — if any — of the images and ideas they were absorbing about who they should be, what they should buy, what made them girls?”
Link to the book on Amazon: Cinderella Ate My Daughter: Dispatches from the Front Lines of the New Girlie-Girl Culture