I need to sew up some holes in stuff I like. Cuz this is charming.
The Art of Making Art
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Close up of her.
Close up of him.
Close up of her, looking at close up of him.
Larry Gelbart authored the book for *City of Angels,* the Broadway hit
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Operation: Organize
Alright everyone. We have reached the final frontier. Today it's time to go deep into my studio. What it lacks in size, it makes up for in volume. I've had bags and boxes Tetris 'ed in here for years, and I've just hauled everything out and now you can't see the living room anymore. Cover me, I'm goin' in...∎ 🎮 Here, let me Google that for you...
I Googled Myself And This Is What I Found (It's Not Good)
" OH DEAR GOD. Never Google yourself."
That's what I wrote under "Write a Review" on an archive site I discovered this week. On this site, someone had posted the Spring 1990 issue of our college Honors newsletter, a quarterly called Femmes d'esprit . Spring '90 was the second issue after I became the Editor. The previous editor, Stacy, had gone off to Europe on a semester abroad. While I was envious of all the girl…
Let Them Wear Buns: A Feminist Opinion In Favor of the "Manbun"
If you're a card-carrying feminist and you're mocking the so-called "man bun," then you can turn in your card. Right now, no feminist card if you're mocking his bun. What? Why? One more time for the bitches in the back of the room, here's the bold type. The Bold Type We will never reach true equity until men have the same access, without mockery, to feminine tropes as women do for the masculine ones. The "man bun&qu…
"Lights please!"
🎅 Parents believe their kid believes in Santa approximately *3.7 years longer than the kid actually believes in Santa. The kid keeps it going, but only because they just can't bear to ruin the fun for their parents. This is not bad news, it's good news, because it means they understand the real joy of Christmas. 💟 *Not an actual statistic
These Are Some People I Don't Understand
You Named It Brad, and I Don't Know What To Do With That. Could you please not introduce me to your car? Because unless it's Greased Lightning or something similarly non-anthro, I don't want to meet him. Tell your car that I'm a warm person usually, it's just that I would be more comfortable if we remain strangers while I'm sitting in him and twiddling his knobs. I'm not judging you for naming your car (or your bike, o…
I'm a Tag Sale Fiend On My Mother's Side
I come from a long line of women who love tag sales, flea markets, church basement sales, and thrift shops. I found some fun stuff at a tag sale today over on Appian Way. Tag sales are like Vegas. Bring only what you are willing to spend. I brought ten bucks. Here's my haul. Left to Right: Black ribbed hat, a little beat up guitar, a top hat, a court jester ornament that's definitely getting made into a doll. Bottom left: A jeweled pewte…
Whatever it is you're doing, hire a writer.
“Some people have a way with words, and other people...oh, uh, not have way.” —Steve Martin
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