@Lisa Frank I know, right? I actually live in the town where she lived until recently, and I've run into her a few times. My first reaction is always "Eeek, it's Tavi, I love her!" And then I remember that she's the same age as the students I teach. And then I start questioning all my life choices in an effort to understand why I'm not more successful at the age of 29.
Also: saw the show at Steppenwolf and really enjoyed it.
@KillaWafers Third trimester over here, and I feel like I come off as a little feral in the way I am protective of food? And of my body in general. And I guess my feelings about the little guy inside of me are beginning to tend toward that way as well, yeah. Like when reading about the Ebola virus, my first thought was, I need to keep my baby will be safe from this! Which is a very weird place for my brain to go, but there it is. That said, I these feelings developed for me later in the pregnancy--I certainly wasn't feeling this way during the 1st trimester.
Um....so I actually wrote a paper on Beyonce during my tenure in grad school. It was for a Performance Studies class on divas. The title?
"Suga/Mama: A Critical Analysis of the Media’s Treatment of Beyonce’s Pregnant Body"
So yeah, sure, pretty much I'm a parody of myself. But whatever, I was actually pretty proud of my analysis.
@polka dots vs stripes I did this--a brunch with the ceremony in the same location. It was a lot of fun, and really great to have the rest of the day, after the reception, to hang with friends in a more casual atmosphere. My in-laws threw us a rehearsal dinner the night before, so I was able to see some folks then as well. I will say that the wedding ended up costing just as much as a dinner would have, so it was still very pricey. I have a big family, though, and I live in a major city. If you can limit the guest list and you live somewhere a bit cheaper, brunch might be a good way to save some dollars.
I went to an all girl's high school. There were none of these titled clicks in the way it's described here. My group of friends began calling ourselves Sparkle Motion after we watched Donnie Darko for the first time. Many of us are still friends, 13 years later. We still often refer to ourselves this way.
I am marrying a Phish fan (phan?), and let me tell you, it's a bit of a challenge. I'll admit I went through a bit of a personal crisis when I first found out ("I really really like this guy, he's super kind and funny and thoughtful, but I just don't know if I can get over this music choice."). Now it's something we deal with. Seeing Phish a few times a year is a way for him to meet up and nerd out with a group of college friends, and I can deal with that. I have tried and tried to at least tolerate the music...but not only do I not care for it, I actually actively dislike it. Like, 1.5 minutes of Phish kind of makes me want to punch a wall. I've decided that our ability to move past our vastly differing views on the band bodes well for the future of our relationship? And also that maybe Phish fans' brains are just programmed differently, and that I shouldn't bother to try to understand. Now we just have to figure out what to do about his insistence that a Phish song be played at the wedding...
LW #1: Is this guy super attractive? Unique and compelling? I have dated this dude (I mean a version of him, not the actual same dude). He is not ready for a relationship right now. He's too into himself to be into anyone else. He's going to leave eventually. You need to get out first, difficult as it is. Think about the last guy you had a crush on (maybe while dating this guy). Got that image in your head? Good. You're gonna find someone as awesome as that person who wants to spend all his time with you. Free yourself up and go find him.
LW #4: Lots of people get cold sores. Just don't engage in anything oral while you have an outbreak, even a small one. Take 1500 mg of L-Lysine daily to avoid outbreaks.
@FulanaDeTallcan AHA! Thank you for this. This explains a lot about a past toxic (but addictive and intense!) and current wonderful and healthy (very much intimate, not so intense) relationship. It all makes sense now.
I was in the midst of thesis-writing insanity when I began to realize that maybe the reason I kept dating guys with dogs and trying to convince my roommate to get a dog was that I actually wanted one myself. I hadn't been allowed to have a pet as a kid, and I wasn't sure I could do it. During a break from writing one night, I decided that I'd browse the website of a local rescue group, just to see, if I WERE to think about getting a dog, which kind it would be. I was halfway through scrolling down the page when I spotted her: a sweet-faced red and white adult lab mix. I swear my heart jumped at the site of her. I hesitated for a full three minutes before clicking the "send me more info" button.
It turns out Nina (then named Cheyenne) had been found abandoned outside in the Texas heat with a litter of puppies she had recently given birth to. She was horribly skinny and had a bad cold when they first found her. She was very timid when I met her, but I loved her right away. When I finally brought her home, she bonded to me immediately but lost her shit (quite literally) whenever I left the house. Slowly but surely, though, things got better. I also had the good sense to have our backyard fence reinforced so she couldn't escape, and I soon learned that she was quite the outdoorswoman and preferred to spend the bulk of her days lounging outside.
Now Nina is an integral part of the family: it's me, my Nina, the fiance, and his enormous shaggy lab mix. Nina is still a bit of a nervous Nelly, but having a full time buddy dog actually calms her considerably. The dogs love each other to death, and though I know in theory that we will probably one day have children whom we will love even more than we love our dogs, it's hard to imagine how that could be possible.
@anitabath I have this too. My fiance is tolerant of my disorder, considering what a jerk I can be when he's eating. My biggest fear is getting stuck next to a gum chewer on a plane or some other enclosed space. I almost had the leave a movie last night because of the popcorn eaters.