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here is a thing that is not the worst.

{legits the best thing}

alanah pearce is a game journalist who contacts the moms of internet boys who send her rape threats. and alanah pearce is friggin great. all the cheering and jazz handing for alanah pearce.

happy friday, don't forget you have a mom.

live on coffee & flowers

oh hallo, please come in. yesterday i completely re-orged my ensuite bathroom and i love it love it love it. so clean, so orderly. so pretty, so sassy, so jokes. uppity women unite. warning. adult language and nudity. and flowers. and ladies gettin' beheaded. and flowers, did i mention flowers. and boobs. xoxo!

etta

speeeeaking of women writers... here's what my sister has been getting up to......

* everybody wants etta

i mean, whatever, no big deal, she's just a mega super star who is going to take over the world and go on oprah. dibs on being her stylist! DIBS DIBS!

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{the trio}

 hey! this week! could you get any better? NO YOU COULDN'T! sassy week... cause not only has there been a million goodnesses up in here, and busy-ness at work, and dance dance dancing, but there is the greatest combo of all time for feminist friday!!!

I DO NOT EVEN KNOW THE MEANING OF THE WORD HYPERBOLE!

seriously.

* lessons we should've learned from buffy about the dangers of geek-misogynists

SERIOUSLY! it's like the internet was all 'hey erin! what are some of your favourite things? feminism? check. buffy? check. LET'S WRITE ABOUT THEM TOGETHER ON THIS MOST BESTEST WEEK!'

and i am so glad.

and also, yeah. absolutely. warren was the worst. oooof. remember that? so the worst.

happy friday, my slayers!

SINGSMASH is a THING YOU WANT!!

WE INTERRUPT YOUR DAILY FASHION NEWS FOR THIS MOST AWESOMEST UPDATE!!!

do you like fun? do you like muuusic? do you like to sing AND smash?!

SING SMASH IS AVAILABLE AT AN APP STORE IN A DEVICE NEAR YOU!!!



this game is SOOOO cool dudes. and i know all the people who made it and it truly blows my mind that they're capable of such magical things. seriously. does anyone know how on earth to MAKE AN APP?! well. charlie does. so. PHEW! awesome. GO GET IT! holy cow holy cow holy cow.

all about e

i've thought a lot about how much of myself to put into this blorg-thing. how personal to get. part of me is always cautioning (in the voice of my mother...) to be careful. but then i am always a little too careful. a little too anxious. by nature. and being unashamed and a little over dramatic helps me remember that these feeelings that i am constantly feeeeling are not to be taken too seriously. which is all to say that this post will be about me and feelings and things that are maybe private. so. if you're here just for the fashion, feel free to skip over all of these words.

i hired a matchmaker. to make me a match.

the part of me that worries what the 'world' thinks is embarrassed. but most of me is just excited. because this city is big and hard and expensive and i love it so much, but it is big and hard and expensive. and my friends' friends are lovely, i'm sure, but wrong. and online is this sad space where most of my time is spent weeding through the worst of the worst trying to find the better and best... emma says i should write a something about eharmony titled 'overweight christians with bad grammer'. i try to be open minded. but i cannot ever imagine myself with someone in their late 20's or ealry 30's who doesn't know that 'alot' is in fact two words. and thinks that a woman who drinks scotch is an alcoholic. (yes. this is an eharmony question... 'what do you think of a woman who drinks scotch?' and a tragic amount of men think she must have an unhealthy relationship with the booze because no woman ever could just enjoy scotch, am i right?!) yes. i am a snob. but isn't it better to know that and be honest than to pretend i'm not? (or maybe i should stop thinking that wanting a high-functioning feminst-ish man is snobby. anyways.)

and then there are the okcupid types who like to say things like 'what up babe?' or 'hey sweet-cheeks!' and then insult my glasses. because negging is the best way. always. of course.

and i am not saying that they are all like that. just. a lot. (alot.) and it isn't fun. this sifting and sighing through, wondering how i am having to do this.

so. a new and exciting thing! a matchmaker. we have met. and she is sweet and funny and open and kind. i liked her right away on the phone, and just as much in person. and i am bubbly and eager again! nervous and smiling. and excited.

when we met and talked about what i wanted, she chastised me gently for being too open. (which seems funny to me knowing how judgmental i can be.) i explained that i have dated/loved men of many types and found them to be wonderful, so how could i possibly say 'only tall' or 'only slim' or 'only...' anything? education doesn't actually matter if they're smart and curious and eager... age doesn't actually matter if they're present and grounded... blah blah. the point. to all of this. is that i did get to thinking about what i want. but. not really from them. these potential matches. i mean. i made a list. but it is really all about me. and who i'd like to be in this ideal partnership. you can figure out what i mean. i suspect. so. here. is what i am thinking:

* i want you to want to spend your life with me because i am exciting.
* i do not want to get watered down.
* i want you to somehow, magically, draw me out and get me to really talk.
* i want to go on vacations where we lay around sweaty, drinking coffee and reading and smoking - even though we are not smokers - because it is romantic.
* i want you to take pictures of me until i am not self-conscious and until i look like actually-me.
* i want you to understand anxiety - that it is meaningless and all-encompassing.

and some more things, too, surely. but for now.
i haven't given this to my matchmaker. but if she does her internet research, she'll find it. (ha! HI!)

and now. i am going to go for drinks and have fun and not have any of this on my mind and just meet some humans.

suspicious minds

whateves. margene and me? we're onto you. you can't fool us with your fancy tricks.

BAHAHAHA! what we do with our time when sarah isn't home. to entertain us.