Shut Up, Canice

  • OH HAI.

    New year. The goal is to not be a fuck-up and do something with my life. And maybe own that jacket, and this dress. And start blogging again.

  • Oh, Sandy

    Belatedly stumbled across this brilliant reviewin the July/Aug issue of the Atlantic: [Linda] Hirshman’s thumbnail review of recent feminist history [in Get to Work … And Get a Life, Before It’s Too Late] makes for prickly, entertaining reading. “Just over thirty years ago,” she rails, “the feminist movement turned from Betty Friedan, the big-nosed, razor-tongued…

  • Tweet tweet.

    I’ve nearly abandoned this blog since I signed up for Twitter. There’s something so satisfying (especially for an anal-retentive self-editor who makes drafts of message board posts) to keep my inane thoughts to under 140 words. Also, after several weeks of nerve-wracking uncertainty (because I am also a compulsive planner that fears uncertainty in life…

  • Death is imminent

    Off today’s DJ wire, bright and early: Crocs plummeted 44% premarket after the footware maker slashed its second-quarter guidance and offered a disappointing outlook for the year, reflecting a “challenging” U.S. marketplace and slower-than-expected growth internationally. Take that, NAS:CROX. Your time is up.

  • Natural selection in the confectionary world

    I don’t get it, but I LOL’ed: Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one…

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