---- Just about a year ago, I got called out on social media for not using the right vernacular for asking a question with political and social connotations on facebook. Following this, I have stayed largely quiet on social media when it comes to politics because confrontation over semantics on the same side seems inefficient.… Continue reading With a stifled vocabulary, The CDC cannot protect the American people.
Darlings, It's finally fall. I'll tell you what. I don't miss the cold weather at all. And I love the holier than thou feeling I get when I see Californians wearing a hat and gloves in like 50 degree weather. I will say that there is something missing about this time of year in California.… Continue reading On feeling lonely or why fall scented candles are honestly the worst.
Darlings, Five years ago (plus a few weeks), I started this blog. It was a whim - needing something to fill some time, to burn off some creative energy, to say things to the ether that I didn't have anyone to say out loud to. But five years is a long time. So much has… Continue reading five years.
Darlings, When I first started this blog FIVE YEARS ago, there was a section called: Food/Fashion/Vice to which I have decided to return. I think that Fridays hence forth shall be Food/Fashion/Vice Fridays, sound delicious, darlings? Food Passion fruit is like nothing you've ever tasted before. Well, that's not entirely true because it kind of tastes… Continue reading Food/Fashion/Vice: Passion fruit makes everything better.
Darlings, Winter is here. The snow, the cold, the bundling up, the dry skin, the static-y hair, it's all here. And sometimes it feels like we live in a storybook. But most days, it just feels annoying. I'm not entirely sure how I ended up living in one of the coldest places in America.… Continue reading You say winter, I say Fuck off. Or let’s Shakshouka.
Good Morning Darlings, You know, some days are tough. You've got to brain drain at work, you've got to be a functioning human being and understand why one state could possibly dictate who our next president is going to be, maybe file your taxes, hop on the elliptical and tell yourself that it actually counts… Continue reading Gluten and Butter. Or another day as an adult.
Darlings, Sometimes I tell le hubs that one of the biggest reasons I married him was so that I wouldn't have to watch Football every Sunday. Now, this is of course a gross hyperbole, but not entirely false. I will never understand the appeal of football. I'm sure there is something to it, given so… Continue reading Ugh, football or how to feel decidedly Un-American on a cold Sunday night.