Hoooo boy...

I am so tired of people making assumptions about Mormon women based on flawed, sexist, and bigoted stereotypes.  I could go off for DAYS about how society is so messed up and true feminism is so misunderstood and how pr0n has infiltrated almost every aspect of our lives so we expect/assume certain things.

Right now, though, I won't.  It's enough, today, to say that sometimes I want to go totally off-grid and raise my future family in a yurt in the Montana wilderness to protect them from this horrible world.

PSA: Tights vs Leggings

I will not elaborate on my opinions of this trend, but I will give you a handy tip:

If you insist on wearing leggings/tights, after you pull them on in the morning, have someone take a picture of you with a flash.  If you can see through them, they are not pants and you probably shouldn't be wearing them alone.  And, believe me, even if you think no one will notice, WE DO.  You would not believe the number of women I've seen who are wearing nothing more than opaque tights under their too-short skirts or shirts.

Here's a good rule:  If you'd be uncomfortable wearing that skirt/top/dress without leggings underneath, maybe you shouldn't wear it.

A case of the grumps

I hate the phone.
I hate entitled attitudes.
I hate being hungry.
I hate, um, spiders.

Huh.  I was going to write an exhaustive list of things I hate today, but I kind of ran out of steam there.  I suppose that's a good thing, right? 

Maybe I'm just hungry, which makes me irritable.  Time to up the old blood sugar.

Let me just clear this up for you.

I know we all love to hear the "Marilyn Monroe was a size 14 so there you chumps!" schtick.  It's kind of empowering to think that one of the most beautiful women in the world was a size 14.  But.  Let's get this clear.  A size 14 in the 1950s is equivalent to a size 6 or 8 today.  Even at her heaviest, sweet Marilyn was still pretty small, although curvy.  What I think a lot of people don't understand is that movie stars (then and now) tend to be shorter than we assume and thinner than average.  People also don't understand that sizing has changed a lot in the last 50 years.  If it makes you feel awesome that Marilyn was a more voluptuous sex-symbol than many celebrities today, that's awesome, but don't kid yourself.  She was never considered "plus-size".

Don't even get me started on the number of old Hollywood stars who had drug addictions and eating disorders.  It's a sad, sad thing, isn't it?

I'll just get this out of the way right now

1. I don't want to find a new place for my master key at work.  The place I've hidden it for the last few months has been great, but this morning I came in to find the clip on the floor and the magnet nowhere to be found.  I ask you, how hard is it to put things back the way you found them?  How do you lose a big magnet?  Now I have to find a new place for my key because, without the magnet, I can't put it where it was.  Fun.
2. Maybe I'll just keep the key with me at all times.  That'll show 'em.
3. At least I was able to find a parking spot.
4. We're out of water bottles for the water cooler.  My quest to stay hydrated is thwarted!  Thwarted, I tell you!
5. I don't understand how someone can be kind, generous, and thoughtful, and yet wildly immature at the same time.  It's a paradox.
6. If you've had a bronchial cough since Thanksgiving, you should probably get that checked.
7. You know how sometimes you hate yogurt but there's nothing else quick and convenient?  It's been like that for the last couple of months.  It's all I can do to not gag while eating it.
8. At least I can listen to Paul Simon's Graceland online.  That's very helpful.

Wrong question!

Asking me "where do you see yourself in 20 years?" is not conducive either to my mood at work or my desire to keep working here.  Here's the short answer:  If I'm still at a job like this in 20 years, I may or may not be suicidal over it.  Just don't ask, ok?  We'll get along much better if you don't ask me about my future.

Klassy with a K

In retrospect, I suppose I should have known I'd get a call from a frustrated mother, and then accidentally hang up on her while trying to answer her question.

I had a late rehearsal last night and by the time I was done my stomach was hurting so much I had a hard time standing up straight.  I'd been awake for 19 hours and apparently hadn't had enough to eat and my stomach was NOT PLEASED with me.  I got home, took off my makeup, had some toast, and put away two days' worth of clothes before reading a little and sleeping.  I thought I'd given myself plenty of time this morning to get ready, but I had a couple of things leftover from last night I had to do, and ended up leaving my house with enough time to get to work but not enough time to brush my teeth or put my sunscreen on.

So I brushed and sunscreened in a work bathroom. . . after parking in a VIP spot at the risk of being ticketed because there was NO parking in my lot, and having to move my car right after I checked in at work.

Klassy with a K.  That's me.