I am almost always -- barring something horrendously wrong -- on time, or within a +/- 5-minute window for most things.
My policy? If I'm waiting for someone for more than fifteen minutes after the scheduled meet-up, I text with a cheerful "I'm here! What's up?!"
If they don't have a good excuse, and aren't there in another fifteen or so to boot, I send another cheerful text: "Ok, I'm having a great time here by myself with my book! Don't worry about coming out!"
And then, who cares. That's enough passive-aggression for a lifetime. And it feels pretty good.
medieval. medieval. medieval.
I am very old.
As soon as Mattel took over the franchise, they started making changes: de-emphasizing the historical dolls, playing up the new and cool clothing and the mini-me dolls (with their attendant consumerist mentality), and just in general debasing the quality of the fabric and materials used to make everything.
While I appreciate the nod towards diversity and AMERICA NOW that AG has become, I think that the original idea of the franchise was to provide young women with strong historical role models and to encourage engagement with American history, but since 1998 the brand has basically just been a yuppie privilege-measuring stick.
I am very, very old.
Based on the title I thought this was going to be a Sigur Ros/Charles Mingus mashup mixtape. Now I'm faced with the totally bizarre, seemingly impossible feeling of being disappointed by Sigur Ros and Charles Mingus.
Darn, I was really hoping this post was "What to wear to MLA interviews."
I once saw John Michael Higgins (Best In Show, Arrested Development, A Mighty Wind) at a record store in England. I didn't know his name but I recognized his face, and went up to him and said, "Are you that guy from the Christopher Guest movies?!?!?!" To which he responded, "I am He."
I was so excited that I wasn't mortified for not knowing his name. Which I always have to look up every time I tell people this story.
I could look at pictures of Ingrid Bergman all day.
@Vera Knoop Awww, thank you (now back to said books. life is hard)!
Just like "Call Me Maybe," I hadn't heard of this until now, and have a feeling if I can hold out a couple more months I'll never need to.
Both crises of modernity averted through the clever use of BOOKS!
I was this person for a long time, too. So for short spurts of time -- summers, mostly -- after realizing this about myself, I went on a methodical hunt to make All the Mistakes Possible in Relationships (and Outside of Them), Sexually or Otherwise. I also kinda kept a journal. It was pretty scientific and I told myself not to feel bad about any of it. Like a very dedicated, awkward, and lonely Rumspringa. It wasn't even really a rebellion, because I always knew I'd go back to being my normal, nerdy, maybe even boring self at the end of it, and I kind of did. But it's like Mandeville's Travels or The Wizard of Oz: I went out, I came back, and home wasn't the same anymore. It was better.