The Atlantic has a really interesting article about professional women and careers and the work-life balance, which basically says that there's no way to have it all unless American society gets restructured to work better. Which, yeah, didn't we know that already? [link]
And I've seen some great commentary about the bullshit packaging -- I think Jessica Valenti called it Sad White Babies with Bad Feminist Moms or something.
I also wish I had a crush.
I went to a house party with a bartender recently -- it was the best thing.
I'm starting to get a crush on Allyson's delivery guy too. Can he sing?
(Just kidding, Allyson. Will totally keep my imaginary feels off of him!)
I'm reading that people were mean to Dave Chappelle and scared him out of Texas. I am perfectly hypocritical about indulging any of his diva-like tendencies, because his shows have paid off that well for me (I'd also let Eddie Izzard get away with a lot, including my underwear (for whatever reason)). I'm not plugged into shit well enough to ever get a shot at a ticket for his show, and I am mad that people who actually paid money for it had asses mess it up.
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Oh, Allyson, FYI, this is the point where my sister lets me bang her crush so we can keep it in the family. We're like family right?
(I have been sworn off certain people born in the latter half of 1972, as well as the guy from Adjustment Bureau, though. It's inconsistent and annoying.)
Timelies all!
Happy Birthday EpicTangent!
It is hucking fot here, which is why I'm inside.
Okay, that was flirting. I feel dirty. I have rules.
RL crushes? I remember those. Crushable men seem to be low to the ground lately. Instead I've been watching terrible Irish films to satisfy my crush on Branson from Downton Abbey.
I used to have a Dave Chappelle crush. Good times, good times.