The voice. It comes every day, all day. You should go on a diet, it informs me. You should go on a diet before the wedding. Whatever. I’m fine the way I am. No, you’re not, it insists. This voice is a total jerk....
Read MoreEver since I met him, the beau didn’t like the way his hair was cut. They always hacked it too short, forcing his flowing curls into an unnatural box shape. For nearly five years, it went on like this. Finally I told him,...
Read MoreYesterday, Becca of A Los Angeles Love posted about wedding articles and the people who comment on them, specifically in reference to this wedding budget article on Jezebel.* Later on, my friend sent me a link to yet another...
Read MoreYou know what I hate? I hate when I am listening to ridiculous pop hip-hop music, trying to shake it so hard I dislodge my fillings, and then they have to go and break the beat for several measures while the artist — the...
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So this sample pack of save the date and invitation products that I ordered arrived today, and the...
Read MoreLast Friday I came across Say Yes To The Dress on television. I laughed, I cried, I was horrified, etc. You know the drill. The hands-down freakiest moment was this episode-capping voiceover by the narrator: “There’s a...
Read MoreAnd so I return to rant some more about the princess thing, because I’m pretty sure you did not get your fill the first time. Timely coincidence! My brigadier passed along to me today a link to this post on Jezebel...
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