Lee, couldn't that still happen next week

Oh, that's what I meant. I assume we get more of the storm next week.

Like ita, it is reflex. I watch it because it's there, and between Community and Scandal.

I am working tomorrow. Possibly buying an iron on Sunday. There is a Science Fair project due Monday, and mr. flea is under strict orders to get it done by the time I get off work Saturday, since Sunday is mother's day.

Yay Dana's mom!

Consuela, I'm sorry about your mother's fall.

When I was little and had my first looks-related crisis, I seem to recall my parents getting quiet for a moment, looking at each other, and then saying, "Well, looks aren't really that important anyway." Good to know, folks. Tell the rest of second grade, 'kay?

On the other hand, it's great preparation for the surprises of middle age. "My thighs do what now? Eh, whatever. They still work. Ish."

Oh, that's what I meant.

Oh yeah, that does sound about right for that show. I still like it! It has ups and downs, obviously.

I literally don't remember having a looks-related crisis. I guess I've always known I was OK? Not the best, not the worst. True when I was 7, true now!

I literally don't remember having a looks-related crisis

Mine was that (a) I kept getting mistaken for a boy; and (b) I wasn't very feminine at all in how I dressed/behaved. But I didn't want to be mistaken for a boy, while at the same time I didn't want to wear dresses or do things I thought were "girly".

So it was much less about being pretty and much more about gender performativity and my discomfort with it.

I have the most wonderful interns this year. Three are friends and one is from a completely different school, but the three are totally inclusive with her. They're self-motivated, able to work consistently without supervision, don't need hand-holding even if not given all the nitty gritty information. Last year I couldn't leave the interns alone for a second or they'd start goofing off and gossiping. These kids know the art of working while they gossip! Two are dating and I didn't even realize, they just seem like tight BFFs. It makes me hopeful about the workload we have before the big annual garden party fundraiser.

ION, the artist who is installing at least 30 pieces of sculpture on the grounds can't get through his head that we a very family-friendly public space and that he really needs to make sure his sculptures can't be dismantle or spun to whack people or tipped over (some of the pieces are 600 pounds and very vertical with minimal stability). His response was that if someone breaks it, my work is paying for the damages. Dude, I know it's a temporary installation, but it should be safe for wherever it's installed, for however long.

I literally don't remember having a looks-related crisis. I guess I've always known I was OK? Not the best, not the worst. True when I was 7, true now!

Yeah, me too. I remember when I was 8 or 10 or something like that, watching Miss America and someone telling me I couldn't compete in pageants because I would never be tall and I was, I don't know, relieved that I didn't have to aim that high? It was freeing.

Weekend plans: mother's day with mom, lunch or dinner and a concert. Other than that, what I want to do is watch a lot of TV and do some housework, I will probably indulge myself in that (for example, I am way behind on Grey's Anatomy but still enjoy it when I get a chance to catch up a little)

I did have various style phases: 7th grade, wanted to be (and was!) Different. 8th grade, wanted to be (and was!) Just Like Everyone Else. But in my memory, I just felt like it and did it.

I was a cute kid: [link] but my mom was a model before she met my dad, and I really bought into the idea that she was what I could never live up to. Factor in that she is tall, lanky, and has no bosoms (basically the opposite of how I'm built), and my Body Image Demons had a specific person to point to so they could say "Why don't you look like THIS?"

So here I am at 41, and when my mom saw a picture of my wedding dress [link] her reaction was "Wow! I would love to wear that dress myself!" And my reaction? (Which was in my head, because I am not *always* a dick.) "Lady, that dress would look RIDICULOUS on you. It's cut for a woman who has curves and a most ample bosom." (Seriously, my rack looks AMAZING in that dress.) (Now, there are MANY dresses she can rock the hell out of that *I* could not wear, precisely because of how she is built.)

And when I realized my reaction was *not* self-loathing, or "Yeah, she really would look way better than me in that dress," I thought -- where did those Body Image Demons go? I didn't hear them leave. Huh.

Damn, that is a gorgeous dress and you will look amazing in it!