Printed word addict, obsessive television watcher, and home cook extraordinaire (but only on Tuesdays).
If you really want to wrap up your search for taupe ankle boots on Zappos, just tag size 12 onto the end. You're welcome!
And no, I'm not at all bitter that I have to look really hard for cute shoes for my giant feet.
@The Lady of Shalott Honestly, you should be impressed that you remember what BSC book Karen's sweater-pants came from. There will come a day, one day, when that'll come in handy. You won't know when, you won't know how, but suddenly... BSC trivia time. With cited answers.
@Mariajoseh I get those immediately before the start of my period. My cycle is irregular, so that is my absolute best tell. Cramps then, period'll be showing up in the next day or two. It's rather handy, though really badly timed.
I don't do Black Friday shopping as a general rule, at least not in stores. I have very little patience for crowds and try not to go out during peak shopping hours at any time of the year, so Black Friday is my idea of hell. But I'd saved up for this dress for my friend's wedding and I scored 30% off, which was enough to let me go shop the Body Shop's online 3-for-$30 sale afterwards.
I was pleased, anyway.
@likethestore Some British companies are trying to make Black Friday a thing too. Honestly, this isn't a thing that really needs to escape the US, but at least it makes slightly (very slightly) more sense in Canada, where I assume retailers are trying to attract people who'd otherwise do a bit of cross-border shopping.
Fantastic score on the duvet, though!
@pollypeachum But on the tests, you have to write essays anyway, so you still have the perfectionist stuff and then hand cramps too, no? Or was this just my department? It used to stress me out because I was invariably one of the last people out of the room during test season because I just had to write a bit more on the evil, evil essays.
@Slanted & Enchanted Those are the people who concern me. They want to teach kids about books and writing and such, but they don't want to read anything? Really?
@pollypeachum ...did she like essays, at least? When I was an undergrad, I used to side-eye the English education majors who bitched about having to read a whole chapter of a book, but I can't fathom an English major who just didn't like any of the reading.
@tofuswalkman I used to worry about not really understanding visual art sometimes, but then I went on a class trip to an art museum in college. I was standing looking at a photograph, just struck by it but not knowing why, and my professor wandered by and said something about how art just strikes us sometimes and that thinking about why it did could be a much more interesting way to experience it. That really resonated with me and I've kept it in mind since then.
But I don't know that I completely agree that biographical information destroys art more than helps it. Some artists put more of themselves into their work than others and knowing a bit of biographical information can sometimes, I think, help illuminate the work a bit. I don't mean the sort of reading where you match events in stories to events in the author's life, because that's far too literal, but knowing that, say, a writer grew up in this place with this particular set of circumstances can bring out interesting thematic elements (or clarify what would otherwise be puzzling imagery). Everything arises from a context, I feel, and not all of it can stand alone absent that context.
But there is such a thing as too much information and it can hinder reactions to art, I would definitely agree with that.
@khaleesi Yeah, I've struggled with poetry and trying to explain it for ages; it only got worse when I shipped off to study literature in a place where virtually all the significant 20th century writers are poets. There is no escape then. I've been a bit terrified of explicating poetry ever since.
I think I'm happier when I just look at a poem along the lines of 'did I like it? Okay' and skip trying to explain why, even to myself. I don't bother trying to figure out the meaning because the odds are pretty good that I just like the rhythm of the words. (I once scandalised a friend by criticising a Yeats poem that turned out to be her favorite because I thought it sounded clunky when read aloud. Sorry!)
I mean, I enjoy looking at certain paintings, but I don't feel the need to understand why I do or even what they mean, so why do I feel like I need to understand all that about a poem?
On Photographer Mark Menjivar Lives the Dream (Spends Four Years Looking In Other People's Refrigerators)
@commanderbanana Definitely not just you. I went through and cleared out a bunch of stuff out of my fridge last week, but there's still, like, ancient half-empty bottles of Diet Coke lurking on the bottom shelf where I dare not tread. I wouldn't want anyone to photograph it right now, that's for damn sure.