First, you should know I am a Judgey McJudgerson. I make lots of superficial snap judgments all day long. As do we all, I suspect. Don't worry, I get my comeuppance. I do dumb things like fall down in the middle of the street for no reason whatsoever.
True story. Happened today. My ankle turned and BOOM! On the ground. I was a little shaken up, felt super embarrassed, scraped my foot, and was kind of a little annoyed that not one person asked me if I was ok. Where is the love, downtown Providence?
Anyway, there are certain wardrobe items that I do not tolerate and I will make snap judgments about you right there on the spot if I see them.
1. Tights worn as pants. Tights are not pants. Leggings CAN be, if they are thick enough and you have a long shirt that covers your whole bum. Tights are those things that you (and the whole world) can probably see your underwear through. I especially judge that girl I saw walking on the Brown campus wearing BLACK PANTYHOSE as pants. No. It's not even about me being a prude. It's just tacky!
2. Stacked heels/heels higher than 3 inches. Especially if you're walking in teeny tiny inefficient steps that tell me those shoes are KILLING your feet. Let's just all agree right now that it's ok to wear cute yet comfy shoes at all times.
3. Jeans that are too small causing your muffin top to spill out and probably not be contained by your skintight shirt. If Stacy and Clinton have taught me anything, it's to wear my size. As I've gained weight, I have purchased some new clothes. I'm not happy about the bigger sizes, BUT I know I look nice. When you wear things that are too small for you, you make yourself look heavier. I saw this one girl on the bus who was actually pretty tiny, but because she insisted on cramming herself into a size 0 instead of, say, a 6, she looked like a hot mess.
4. Clothes that are obviously being worn with the sole purpose of attracting the male gaze. Visible thongs, tramp stamps, and the like. Seriously, ladies, get some self-esteem.
5. Cropped pants and knee-high boots. OK, I only saw one woman doing that last winter, but it was the weirdest thing I've ever seen.
Today's writing prompt.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Scared
I have a very vague memory of going to a carnival with my grandparents and being scared out of my mind. The lights! The noise! And me screaming in my grandpa's arms!
I've been told that I was only about 18 months old when this happened, and that there's no way I could remember it, but I do. I remember the music and the loudness of the crowd. I remember the yellows and reds of the lights on the rides and the games. It was terrifying.
I'm sure my grandparents thought I would love it and it would be a fun outing. All they got for their trouble was a shrieking toddler.
Sorry about that.
Source for prompt: The One Minute Writer
I've been told that I was only about 18 months old when this happened, and that there's no way I could remember it, but I do. I remember the music and the loudness of the crowd. I remember the yellows and reds of the lights on the rides and the games. It was terrifying.
I'm sure my grandparents thought I would love it and it would be a fun outing. All they got for their trouble was a shrieking toddler.
Sorry about that.
Source for prompt: The One Minute Writer
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Writing
I used to write all the time. When I was 7, I spent a lot of time in my grandparents' office, hunting and pecking out fake National Enquirer stories on their electric IBM typewriter. Actually, I guess the stories were more of the Weekly World News variety, since I didn't really write about celebrities, but about happenings and creatures akin to Bat Boy. To this day, I still don't type correctly because I honed my typing skills on my own with no regard to asdf jkl;.
My best friend and I wrote stories. Well, actually, we spent a lot of our time making lists of characters and character traits - eye color, hair color, personality, country of origin. We created an entire dynasty. I was Lesley Fletcher, she was Diana Peters, and our characters were married to twins, Dave and Nick Bennett. Lesley and Dave had 4 kids and Diana and Nick had 5. They had innumerable grandchildren. Oh and Lesley had a sister, Leah.
We would sometimes get started on stories, but we never got too far. I have many beginnings. I have a notebook full of about 2/3 of a young adult novel I wrote about our characters all meeting in junior high. I think all-told, I wrote 2 complete short stories about our characters that actually had a begining, middle and end.
I also kept journals. I have several attractively-bound notebooks from Pier One full of the scrawlings of my overdramatic high school self. Although I understand the point of keeping journals for posterity, I think I need to make sure there's a clause in my will to burn certain of those notebooks upon my death. I blush to think about some of the ridiculousness in them.
In high school I had a terrible Freshman English teacher, but the one thing she did that I liked was to have us do weekly writing exercises. I wrote 3 or 4 more complete stories based on her writing prompts and I was just happy to have an excuse to write.
I'm not trying to say I was a good writer. Just that I wrote and I loved it.
8 years ago (holy cow! 8 years?!) when I started this blog, it became an outlet for me. It got me through my last year of law school and studying for the Bar Exam. The angst of moving to DC without a job, and, even though I didn't write about everything, the drama of the 2 years of dating Jason. Then our wedding, whereupon I became boring, and the blog faded away.
I miss writing, though. I am on several listservs for freelance writers because I have a not-so-secret desire to leave law and to write for a living. The market is tough for freelancers, plus it takes a lot of time and energy that I don't really have. So I just read through the advice emails and tuck them away for some vague future.
Today I thought about my blog and realized I do have the opportunity to write, multiple times a day if I want to. I looked up some writing prompts online (I heart the internets) and I'm going to make an effort to write, at least once a week, based on those prompts. I will be a writer again!
My best friend and I wrote stories. Well, actually, we spent a lot of our time making lists of characters and character traits - eye color, hair color, personality, country of origin. We created an entire dynasty. I was Lesley Fletcher, she was Diana Peters, and our characters were married to twins, Dave and Nick Bennett. Lesley and Dave had 4 kids and Diana and Nick had 5. They had innumerable grandchildren. Oh and Lesley had a sister, Leah.
We would sometimes get started on stories, but we never got too far. I have many beginnings. I have a notebook full of about 2/3 of a young adult novel I wrote about our characters all meeting in junior high. I think all-told, I wrote 2 complete short stories about our characters that actually had a begining, middle and end.
I also kept journals. I have several attractively-bound notebooks from Pier One full of the scrawlings of my overdramatic high school self. Although I understand the point of keeping journals for posterity, I think I need to make sure there's a clause in my will to burn certain of those notebooks upon my death. I blush to think about some of the ridiculousness in them.
In high school I had a terrible Freshman English teacher, but the one thing she did that I liked was to have us do weekly writing exercises. I wrote 3 or 4 more complete stories based on her writing prompts and I was just happy to have an excuse to write.
I'm not trying to say I was a good writer. Just that I wrote and I loved it.
8 years ago (holy cow! 8 years?!) when I started this blog, it became an outlet for me. It got me through my last year of law school and studying for the Bar Exam. The angst of moving to DC without a job, and, even though I didn't write about everything, the drama of the 2 years of dating Jason. Then our wedding, whereupon I became boring, and the blog faded away.
I miss writing, though. I am on several listservs for freelance writers because I have a not-so-secret desire to leave law and to write for a living. The market is tough for freelancers, plus it takes a lot of time and energy that I don't really have. So I just read through the advice emails and tuck them away for some vague future.
Today I thought about my blog and realized I do have the opportunity to write, multiple times a day if I want to. I looked up some writing prompts online (I heart the internets) and I'm going to make an effort to write, at least once a week, based on those prompts. I will be a writer again!
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