2 Links, 2 Fun

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A la Fast and Furious 2: 2 Fast, 2 Furious, I bring to you the second installation of Links for Fun (see the original here).  And just in time for the weekend.  Just interesting things I’ve pulled together from different corners of the web.

Happy Friday! Continue reading “2 Links, 2 Fun”

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Links for Fun

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Around 1 pm I got out of my last class for the week and now face the (delightful but slightly  overwhelming) prospect of another three-day weekend in a row.  And only the second of many to come. Continue reading “Links for Fun”

How To: Avoid Street Harassment

It’s not about what you wear.  Anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something (Aaaayyy, Princess Bride reference, who’s with me?!).

Not looking pretty isn’t an option. Because you’re naturally pretty (male and female alike) and because prettifying yourself and checking yourself out in shop windows is just too much fun.  Long story short. I like looking pretty. I like being pretty. I want to be proud of that without feeling like I’m giving creeper assholes ‘permission’ to beep that horn/call that cat.

So there are a lot of ways to avoid street harassment.  Some involve normal behavior. Some involve very strange behavior, and these are generally the most efficacious. Continue reading “How To: Avoid Street Harassment”

Scooby Dooby Drink

I originally conceived of this as a list of tropes from the original Scooby Doo series, but it would be much more fun as a drinking game, don’t you think?
SO in honor of my being 21 (hahaha, not really, I still can’t figure out how to get a taste for alcohol) I would like to present The Unofficial Scooby Doo Drinking Game.
(I got the complete 1st season of the show as a present (the NOSTALGIA) and have been watching it a bit/fair amount/all the time.)

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And thank you to my Dad, the original Scooby Doo fan, for brainstorming with me. Continue reading “Scooby Dooby Drink”

Pants You Can’t Wear In Lab (and an aside)

  • capris
  • shorts
  • leggings or yoga pants
  • heavily destroyed denim
  • babuchas
  • assless chaps

 

And the aside:
Why do we call them assless chaps?  All chaps are, in fact, assless.  It is, as they say, ‘repetitive and redundant’.  Like saying assless assless pants.  You might imagine a world in which the double negative confers upon the pants an ass.  But this isn’t such a world.  I move to eliminate the adjective ‘assless’ from application to the noun ‘chaps’.  Who’s with me?

Manus Ex Machina

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My Mom and I met up in Manhattan this past weekend for one night and one day of fun and hijinks.  Actually, the aim was to see this year’s Costume Institute exhibit, Manus ex Machina, whose theme is the intersection of work done by hand and work done by machine.  Somewhere along the line, the fashion world realized that most clothes now are machine-made, and aren’t very artistic or interesting at all, so somehow discussions about technology and the future had to come into play (because science isn’t interesting unless it’s science fiction?)
Which made for a very interesting/embarrassing Met Gala.  If Hiddleswift was the most embarrassing thing spawned by that event, I feel I can guarantee that the faux-space suit fashion was a close distant second (sorry, Hiddlewift, it’s too much).
Thankfully, the exhibit itself is gorgeous and not all of the Met Gala dresses were atrocious laymen’s ideas of what fashion in the age of machinery looks like (Claire Danes, you did good).  But entirely too many starlets and starlos sashayed that red carpet with the conviction that if the outfit was a) metallic and/or b) had cut outs, it must be technological.  I mean, you want something machine-made kids? Walk over to Kmart. Continue reading “Manus Ex Machina”