Category Archives: Random Thoughts/Happenings
Anyone Wanna Trade To-Do Lists?
Every. Single. Time.
I have a male friend who, every single time I get mad, annoyed, frustrated, or start acting even the slightest bit irrational, says “Ok, somebody has her period….”
And when he makes sexist, pig-headed, misogynistic statements like this, it never fails to exacerbate my frustration/anger/irrationality/annoyance even more.
Because I hate it when he’s right.
Don’t Worry Guys…
…if there’s ever an emergency, I WILL die.
Let’s NOT Call a Spade a Spade
Yesterday I learned that the expression “let’s call a spade a spade” has racist undertones (check it out here at Wikipedia, source of all FACTS). I had NO idea. I use this phrase all the time– with friends, with my students, with myself (yeah, I talk to myself. Topic for another day).
Anyway, when I found out this phrase has racist origins, I FREAKED OUT. I immediately texted my friend Adam, who is a general knower of things, to see if he knew this. He didn’t. So that made me feel better. As did THIS reassurance:
Oh ok. Phew.
Add Him to the List
Is the fact that Groundhog Day exists not complete, indisputable evidence that meteorology is a crock of shit? Add this groundhog to the list of sources I trust more than my weatherman– a list that already includes fortune cookies, magic 8 balls, and Bill Cosby.
#monday
Things I Think As I Crop My Entire Face Out of This Picture
There should be a photo app specifically designed for jewish noses. Like red-eye reduction, but for your schnoz.
Men Are From Mars, Women Are From a Place Where Context and Rational Thought Matter
I have a male friend who recently went through some tough times and, partially due to my influence, has now started therapy. I’m so proud of him for giving therapy a chance, but still– as this conversation* highlights, could he BE more of a dude?
(*posted with his full permission and approval):
Pot. Kettle. Black.
This morning, after the gym I popped over to Starbucks and, in classic disheveled-A.D.D.-Emily style, left my keys on the coffee bar. I realized this once I got home, and ran back to Starbucks to get them. When I walked in, the barista was dangling my set of keys, laughing, and said: “Not your smartest move, huh?”
This from the guy who spelled my name like this:
Just sayin.
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