I hate to be wrong as much as anybody else, but I discovered a while ago that admitting to being wrong is much the same as out-nicing people. You leave them floundering and take much wind out of the sails of "nyah, nyah, nyah you were wrong I was right" if you cheerfully pipe:

Huh. You were right and I was totally wrong. So where do we go from here?

I am a sneaky mean person.

That said, wrong does not automatically mean stupid. Stubbornly wrong...yeah, that's encroaching on stupid territory, but just not knowing? Not stupid.

Victim-blaming is often a way of saying, "this can't happen to me, because that person is stupid, and I'm not stupid."

Yeah, sad but true. Oh people.

Speaking of stupid, I bought two pairs of sneakers today and then walked three miles in the wrong shoes, carrying all the sneakers. But I couldn't put them on! I'm wearing kind of long, kind of too-big capris, and with socks and sneakers, I just look like one of those hood-y guys who thinks they are wearing shorts and not capri pants. If you know who I mean.

CAPRIS.

I am judging you. Is there an emoticon for that?

I love capris, and I don't care who knows. Especially for work. In recent years, I have started wearing knee-length shorts again, but that's as far as I'll go.

As a reporter, I learned that the only way to learn anything was to not be afraid of looking stupid.

What I don't understand is that it seems like no one comes back and says, "Barriers save lives, so let's find a way to make effective barriers that are not ugly and that fit in with a historic buildings."

I'm wearing leggings. I join Jesse for a cocktail on the bench of the fashion damned.

Cheers! I need a cocktail, actually.

I like cropped pants for comfort. Sadly, they often do nothing for me since I am short and they make me appear chopped off at the legs. Trinny and Suzanne would be appalled.

I WANT A COCKTAIL!!!

Why are none of you visiting me this weekend?

I DO TOO

I believe I shall have one when I get home, even if I can't have it with msbelle.