The funniest most ridiculous part, to me, is not that he sock-puppeted a spokesman for himself, but that he did it so BADLY. He didn't even attempt to change his voice even a little, his story made no sense and he kept forgetting it as he was telling it, it's like it just never occurred to him that people would know he was lying. Or would call him out on it.

I have met a lot of people, mostly men, who lie reflexively and just skate by on the assumption that it's bad form to call people out for lying.

Huh, how did that get to be a social norm? Doesn't seem like a good idea.

Well it's probably not, but since it doesn't usually harm the liar, there's not much impetus to change things. A lot of times what I am calling lies would fall under the category of embellishment, like "I was in training to be an Olympic athlete" when the truth is more "I am very proud of the swim competitions I won in high school." The other big category is self-serving lies, either lying for personal gain or lying to avoid something you don't want to do.

So, on my way home just now, I saw a person who looked like a man from the neck up, who was wearing a cute skirt and tights. I would love to know what their deal is! Man who likes skirts? Not a man? Even though obviously I have no right to know. So I'm posting here to get the question out of my head.

Timelies all!

Ugh, tired.

Everyone crazy enough to follow me on Tumblr today: it is full of reblogs and jackassery. It's like me here, but without intervening posts by other people to slow me down, or the need to post in different threads depending on what my topic is, WITH PICTURES.

IJS.

Skipping like a mad skipping thing because I see Tumblr!!!!! Follow me, y'all! I'll follow you back! I'm glam-cookie (obviously).

Oh my beloveds. I can't even manage to keep up here so I can't add Tumblr time to my schedule.

The whole Trump thing just depresses me. The election is so far away. I have several friends that I am going to have to figure out a way to politely ignore on FB because the alternative is to blow up the friendship completely when I ask them if they are totally insane. I can't figure a way to civilly discuss their Trump admiration. Close friends. Family. How can I know these people? It isn't that they don't know my feelings. Alas, I have Bernie friends that are almost as upsetting with their vows to write him in come November. Sigh.

I don't know to deal with the Trump thing, either. I'm refusing to discuss it with, say, my dad, because never speaking to him again if he votes for Trump isn't an option.