The Unquiet Mind

aimee-b-loved: apsies: ihatethismess: Patton...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 16:54:19 -0500

apsies:

ihatethismess:

Patton Oswalt doesn’t hate Glenn Beck

FTW!

Once again, I spit coffee through my nose because I was laughing so hard.

I have GOT TO STOP giving myself coffee sinus rinses. I know the saline version is great this time of year, but folks: coffee effin’ hurts. Don’t do it.

Note to self-maybe not drink coffee and read tumblr? Yet, I drink coffee ALL THE TIME…so?

heyfatchick: Ashley Graham, breaking my heart in a test...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 16:46:40 -0500

heyfatchick:

Ashley Graham, breaking my heart in a test shoot

(via Fordmodels.com)

chrisfromtheict: artofficial: killerrbee: GODDAMNIT -____- ...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 16:43:39 -0500

chrisfromtheict:

artofficial:

killerrbee:

GODDAMNIT

-____-

Thanks a lot. Also? Because I’ve seen Arrested Development, I now have a strong mental image of Job dancing on stage with the scarves up his sleeve and crap. I’m eternally grateful. Bastards.

chrisfromtheict: (via terminally-incoherent) Wait a minute:...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 16:25:36 -0500

chrisfromtheict:

(via terminally-incoherent)

Wait a minute: does this terrify anyone else? What if they made some kind of MIX of Buffy and Twilight??? Even as a spoof, if Buffy were to get it on with Edward (as she has a history of hooking up with morose vamps, let’s face it), I think I would hurl until my stomach came out of my body. Please, gods, NO. No no no no no.

Dear Joss Whedon-DO NOT EVER ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN. I mean, sure, it’s a great and funny picture, but it could be twisted so badly into a nightmare :(

christmas tree related drama!

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 23:55:51 -0500

Made you look.

Not really. The ex called me today and said that after all, he’s not putting up a tree this year (did I predict that shit or what?) and that I can use “his” tree once again.

Ahem.

First of all, it’s MY tree, or at the very least, OUR tree, and second of all, what the HELL am I supposed to do with this other one he bought for me then?

In better news, I get to use the awesome tree stand again with no arguments. Whew.

Should I be mad?

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 23:47:38 -0500

aimee-b-loved:

monkeyfrog:

aimee-b-loved:

I checked my bank account and was surprised to find more money in it than I expected to see. Then I saw a note posted with a couple hundred dollar transfer into my account: “xoxo Mom”.

This really upsets me.

First of all, she refuses to be signed off my account “just in case I get into a jam.” And second, I’m working now and saving and paying my bills and I don’t really need it.

I know she meant well, but I’m not a child. I don’t need my mommy to keep an eye on my account. But I don’t really know how to tell her just how much it hurts to feel like my mother doesn’t think I’m capable of handling something as basic as my own finances.

She can’t refuse if you want her off. Just tell her you are ready to do it on your own and you want her to sign off. If she won’t do it, open a new account for yourself and you sign off. But if you explain that it makes you feel weird and childish and you want your own account, I bet she’ll understand.

I’ve brought this up many times before and each time she’s gotten horribly offended. She just recently stopped automatically transferring $10 a week for “gas money”. But it’s a bit complicated. First, she works at the bank so it’s more convenient. Second, because of that, she likes to test out new products on my and my sister’s accounts. And third, she likes being a “premium customer” based on deposit totals.

Ugh. I’m not looking forward to having this conversation yet again.

Be grateful. Remember that many people can’t rely on their parents, or are caring for their parents, and that you’ll be one of those people in the not so far future. In the meantime, ask her to put things like this into your savings. After it gets above $500 to $1000, ask her advice on rolling it into a CD for a higher interest rate. A, she’ll be flattered your asking her advice, and B, she’s only mettling in your savings, not your checking. Compromise is the grease of family relationships. Also, someday you can cash in all those CD’s and use them to put your folks in a really nice retirement home so you aren’t caring for them out of YOUR house. This hippie crap about multi-generational living is b.s.

heyfatchick: Fluvia Lacerda for IGIGI

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 23:41:29 -0500

heyfatchick:

Fluvia Lacerda for IGIGI

hazelweatherfield: Doo.Ri Pre-Fall 2010 1) I like this. Muy...

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 23:32:46 -0500

hazelweatherfield:

Doo.Ri Pre-Fall 2010

1) I like this. Muy bueno.

2) Before I would even consider trying to copy this look? I’d have to be ten years younger. Ok, maybe just 5.

3) And I’d have to have much longer legs. As in, I’d have to be a “normal” height, and not some piddly 5’1”.

4) Did I mention I’d have to be a whole lot hotter in general?

hazelweatherfield: christmasincalifornia: I got this tweet...

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 23:28:55 -0500

hazelweatherfield:

christmasincalifornia:

I got this tweet today and immediately started freaking out. I called her a bunch of times and left about five voicemails since her phone was off. I then tried calling her again and this time her phone was on. She still didn’t answer, but I kept trying. Then she texts me that she only took two pills and that she was just joking. She put a gazillion smiley faces and “lol”s. And then she said, “Why would I kill myself? I’m not emo! Tehehehe.”
This is going to sound really, really, really bad, but that made me just want to choke her. I don’t understand why you would ever joke about something like that and especially with fucking me. I hate how she makes all these stupid cutting/suicide jokes. God, she just pisses me off so much now. I’m not even sure I love her anymore. :| She’s changed so much and all she does is drink/smoke weed.

Who the hell posts that on twitter? I don’t even know this person but quite frankly, she is a fucking idiot.

Plus, 6 pills of anything will not kill you.

I want to correct this, because this is important; 6 pills of some drugs will kill you as effectively as a gunshot to the head. I’m certainly not going to list which drugs, as I’m not going to be the person who enables someone already depressed to go make the right suicide cocktail.

If your friends, or loved ones, start talking about suicide; DO NOT ASSUME THEY ARE KIDDING. I know this person is angry and hurt that their friend posted this and all ended up being ok. Yet, what if it hadn’t? Call your friends’ parents. Call their siblings. Call other friends. CALL THE POLICE. Is that being dramatic? Maybe. Think about it though: If they are serious, you could save their life and get them much needed help. If they are being horrible jokers, you’ll certainly make sure they never do that shit again.

Once again, YES, six pills, if they are the right pills, will kill. Hell, FOUR of the right thing will shut down your breathing. So don’t assume you know pharmacology.

heyfatchick: lisahogan: tiredofbeingignored: ilovefat: thetum...

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 23:21:39 -0500

heyfatchick:

lisahogan:

tiredofbeingignored:

ilovefat:

thetummyproject:

I’m 18 and I’ve always been fat. Sometimes I hate myself and sometimes I love myself. Recently it has been the worse of the two, eating only once a day, but hopefully sometime soon I can finally get over it and start loving myself again.

Just work out a lot and I don’t mean rigorous running schedules, I mean walk instead of drive take you pets for walk (if you have any).

OR

Apples with peanut butter instead of chips. The little things add up. Get as much excersise in your day as possible.

I saw this reblog last night, but I didn’t have the energy to write what I really thought about it. I’m going to use this reblog as an example of shit that fat people deal with all the damn time.

So the original poster (OP) states that she is fat, that she has always been fat, and that she struggles with loving her body. I’m sure more than a few of my followers can relate. Then the reblogger (RB) steps in with what she thinks is helpful advice. Exercise and eat right.

Here’s my problem: RB’s advice? It sucks. It sucks big time.

People - friends, family members, strangers on the internet - have the best of intentions when they offer this ‘Exercise and eat right’ advice to fatties. The thing is that this implies that the fatty in question doesn’t know how to take care of their own body. Walk more? Eat apple and peanut butter (which sounds like the most revolting food combo ever to me, but I digress) instead of chips? This assumes that OP is largely sedentary and stuffs her face with junk food. It’s presumptuous and I find it quite rude. When a person identifies as fat, they are using the word as an adjective - the word does not describe their eating or exercise habits.

It also assumes that OP will only love her body if she loses weight through exercise and eating right. To begin with, if OP has been fat her whole life, like she says, then exercise and eating right is unlikely to have any impact on her body shape. It’s quite probable that this body is the body that she is meant to have. More importantly, OP should not feel compelled to change herself before she is worthy of her own love.

If someone comes out and says that they struggle with body image, don’t tell them how to lose weight. At best it’s patronising; at worst it’s offensive. Instead, tell them they’re perfect now, just as they are. Tell them until they believe it.

The bold parts are mine.

You know what? This goes for my thin friends, too. Recently, one of my very thin friends, who can eat a 9 pc fried chicken bucket and not gain weight, was bashed by her ex for “looking like a little kid” and “having no tits”. Fuck him. Fuck that. She’s fabulous the way she is. She will probably never weigh more than she does now, and she’ll never be chesty unless she gets implants. So, would the person above (RB) have DARED to give her the advice to wear clothing that made her look more curvy and get a boob job to help her love herself? Hell no. Why? Well, it’s still socially acceptable to pick on fat people. It’s assumed that if you are underweight, you are happy; overweight, sad and lonely.

Um, no. Raise your hand if your BMI makes you a bona fide chubby chick and yet you manage to have a relationship, a career, pass classes, make friends, be creative in some way, or somehow else have a success in your life. Did you get that because you were having a “thin” day? No. Did you get that because that day you looked like a size 4 for 24 hours? Probably not. Did you get that because you are awesome and you should love yourself the way you are? YES. YES YES YES YES YES.

I can lose weight, and I have, but I didn’t do it because I hated myself. I did it to stop having joint pain, to lower my blood sugar, and for some other health reasons. I also made a sensible choice when to stop losing weight, regardless of the fact that I’m still FAT in the eyes of the world. I like me. When my father says that I need to watch my weight so I don’t end up like my aunts, I just ignore him. When my thin cousins titter about the size of my ass, I remind myself that I have a) an education, b) a husband, and not a series of baby-daddies, c) a job-a career, in fact, and in college towards a better one, d) hell, a high school diploma! and that being naturally THIN didn’t get them jack shit as far as the real world is concerned.

This turned into quite a tirade. I’m sure you’re all sick of hearing it. Too bad, I’m also quite certain you’ll hear it again. Pet peeves, and all that.

hazelweatherfield: Monique Lhuillier Fall 2005 Ready-to-Wear

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 22:56:13 -0500

hazelweatherfield:

Monique Lhuillier Fall 2005 Ready-to-Wear

hazelweatherfield: Monique Lhuillier Fall 2005...

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 22:55:54 -0500

hazelweatherfield:

Monique Lhuillier Fall 2005 Ready-to-Wear

Normally I’m not a fan of animal prints. In fact, my usual quip is that if I’m going to wear animal print, I’d better be heading to a job involving a pole and one-dollar bills. This, however, transcends that. Still: 2005.

hazelweatherfield: Monique Lhuillier Fall 2005 Ready-to-Wear

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 22:54:13 -0500

hazelweatherfield:

Monique Lhuillier Fall 2005 Ready-to-Wear

hazelweatherfield: Monique Lhuillier Fall 2005...

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 22:53:53 -0500

hazelweatherfield:

Monique Lhuillier Fall 2005 Ready-to-Wear

Ok, I’m apparently stuck in 2005. What can I say, it was a good year!

This? fabulous.

um, well, see...

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 13:40:51 -0500

joshdutcher :

Well then. <——I’m guessing I’m on someone’s “not nice” list this year. Still, I hope there are no hard feelings over some stupid blogging.

hazelweatherfield: J. Mendel Pre-Fall 2010 The drape on this...

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 01:01:50 -0500

hazelweatherfield:

J. Mendel Pre-Fall 2010

The drape on this is really beautiful. It must be silk. I can’t think of another fabric that would fall like this.

I kind of want to have my own tumblr meetup

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 00:44:35 -0500

chrisfromtheict:

steph-honey:

chrisfromtheict:

I’m not much for meetups, mainly because I don’t like groups of people I don’t know. I’m antisocial as fuck. But I have a big handful of people I would like to meet. Someday maybe.

Me, too. Tweet-ups make me nervous, because there are always soooooo many people there. It’s usually loud, it’s usually crowded, and I’ve had the bad experience that if I’m going to show up late or only stay for a little bit, I tend to be totally ignored. I’m not good at just jumping in on someone else’s conversation, I was raised to think that’s rude. So, what do you do? Just sit until some poor soul takes pity on you? Finally, the first thing I’m asked is my user name. When I try to explain, they always get me mixed up with someone else. So far, I’ve been mistaken for Wards_Wife, kst8er76, LampySue, and while I’d love to be any of those three for a day because they are all great people…I’m still just me.

Which brings me to New Year’s Eve. For the past two years I’ve been wanting to get out for the New Year. I haven’t done anything but shoot off fireworks with my kids and watch bad movies for YEARS now. This year? If the right gathering should present itself, I’m getting out. This is on the basic Kansas assumption that there is no ice, or rather, ice and snow I can still get home to Cheney in. If that gathering should be a tweet-up or a Tumblr gathering: even better.

Alright yo, this new years eve we should have an official meet steph and chris meetup.

This raises the questions of WHERE? Mi casa es su casa, es mia direccion Cheney! So, unless people want to bring sleeping bags in case they can’t drive home, it’s a bit out of the way. Also, there’s nowhere to go for entertainment, no late night liquor stores, or grocery stores, and there’s good possibility the GAS STATION might close early since it’s a holiday and they want to go party, too.

Suggestions, from my more sophisticated friends?

remind me not to tell YOU GUYS secrets

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 00:38:18 -0500

what part of “do not repeat this” in that post did you not get?

Yet, it was reblogged, twice at least, almost instantly.

a) I’m laughing my ass off right now it, because if the CIA intrusted secrets to any of us we’d all be in some deep manure

b) I’m surprised I’m not getting more heat about dissin’ on NC (Yes, dissin’ is my “new” word. I’m reverting to high school).

c) I want to make sure everyone understands I’m not promoting a verb vs nc thing either. In reality, there’s A LOT of printed material in this town, and plenty of e-zine type stuff and really great blogs and websites that are all competing for the same slice of pie. It’s just that in my world, the two things I’m exposed to happen to be NC (since J works there) and verb (since it’s bookmarked on every computer I get to touch). Ergo, it was a matter of time before my brain said, hey, I prefer _____. Right? I still will read NC. I’m not cancelling my subscription. In fact, I’m planning on buying gift subscriptions for two people for Christmas (I get free t-shirts that way), partially because they will appreciate the artsy photography and edgy writing, and it will help NC out financially. So, my personal preferences do not mean that the world doesn’t keep on spinning.

I kind of want to have my own tumblr meetup

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 00:28:54 -0500

chrisfromtheict:

I’m not much for meetups, mainly because I don’t like groups of people I don’t know. I’m antisocial as fuck. But I have a big handful of people I would like to meet. Someday maybe.

Me, too. Tweet-ups make me nervous, because there are always soooooo many people there. It’s usually loud, it’s usually crowded, and I’ve had the bad experience that if I’m going to show up late or only stay for a little bit, I tend to be totally ignored. I’m not good at just jumping in on someone else’s conversation, I was raised to think that’s rude. So, what do you do? Just sit until some poor soul takes pity on you? Finally, the first thing I’m asked is my user name. When I try to explain, they always get me mixed up with someone else. So far, I’ve been mistaken for Wards_Wife, kst8er76, LampySue, and while I’d love to be any of those three for a day because they are all great people…I’m still just me.

Which brings me to New Year’s Eve. For the past two years I’ve been wanting to get out for the New Year. I haven’t done anything but shoot off fireworks with my kids and watch bad movies for YEARS now. This year? If the right gathering should present itself, I’m getting out. This is on the basic Kansas assumption that there is no ice, or rather, ice and snow I can still get home to Cheney in. If that gathering should be a tweet-up or a Tumblr gathering: even better.

um, well, see...

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 00:10:00 -0500

be very, very, quiet. Do not repeat what I’m about to tell you. Promise? We good?

Cool.

I like verb[ict] more than naked city.

I KNOW! I KNOW! I’M SORRY! Ok, well, I’m not. See, a year ago, my bgff (best guy friend forever) started being second in command at Naked City and I started paying a LOT more attention to them. I had browsed it before, but never paid much attention. Truthfully, it was never quite what it COULD be for me. I’m afraid the things I don’t like about it are getting worse, while it’s redeeming qualities are melting away. Part of that is I’m just not their demographic. I’m over 30, married with kids, I have a good job, and while I worry about money and healthcare and I thrift and I have to save and I stress, I stress things like should I be checking out Roth IRA’s or dumping more in my 401K, and I stress more of will my 17 yr old get that scholarship or will be taking out a PLUS loan in two years? I also stress things like, what is that funny noise my car is making? Is it still under warranty? While the average 24 yr old is revving the engine and blowing through yellow lights at ten over the speed limit. Please don’t be mad if you’re a cautious driver: I’m making a point here.

See, verb[ict] is everything NakedCity COULD have been. It’s witty, and funny, without being all hipster, angsty, and obnoxious. It’s informative-REALLY informative. It goes beyond a 200 word blurb on a topic (but with really edgy photos!) and gives actual useful information. It’s not afraid to say things that aren’t universally popular. It so far, hasn’t made any political comments, either intentional or unintentional, even though I know all the staff is pretty liberal. I’m good with that. I’m sick of being preached at, by anyone, about anything. I like that it doesn’t assume when talking about food or drink that everyone has $100 to throw down on a meal, or that all drinks are alcoholic. Wow! I know NC gets most of it’s advertising from higher end bars and the food services, but still. I know NC used to throw in thing from time to time on great dives…but one page, once a year, does not a good story make. Verb is NOT flash intensive! It does NOT require any special programs to view content. What an amazing concept! You mean, I can just click and…read? Listen hard, NC! Because the first time I waited five minutes for the NC page to load, and waited, and waited, and got some coffee, and went to the bathroom, and came back, and then clicked on a link, and went to get a snack…I never went to the website again. I just wait for a hard copy. Seriously. I’ve hit their website less than 5 times. Two of those have been since First Friday merged with them, out of necessity as a FF volunteer.

So, kudos to the verb, and apologies to NC. I’m a convert. I’m a changed girl.

The only thing that would cement the deal? T-shirts. Honestly, if I could grab a cute verb t-shirt from a local business (and not off cafepress.com) for cheap, with a catchy phrase, for cheapsies? I’d wear the heck out of that. I do love me some local tees.