Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Friday, August 08, 2008
dissatisfied with the basic amenities
"I want a satellite dish! Seems like it would be a little bit classier," said five year-old Lucy, who sadly resides in a home lacking even basic cable.
tell lucy uncle hugh says the word "classy" is unacceptable. the proper and more refined word to use is "sophisticated".
i only say this after a humiliating session with coworkers where they laughed at me and made me feel like a rube. i hope to spare her from that incident.
don't listen to hughman, he's an elitist.
I'm remembering now how when I was a teenager working at a mall piercing ears and peddling jewelry, there was a T-shirt store which sold a lot of French-cut t-shirts reading "Classy Lady" in script across the tits. (No, I didn't buy one!)
DH, was it becasue it would have read "lassy lad"?
I've never been a fan of getting people to look at my tits by wearing shirts with words there. (Instead, I achieve my goals by wearing skank shirts with tons of cleavage. I've sadly hopped on the 00's trend of deep necklines for daytime. Call me a fashion victim, but the husband likes it).
mall revommendations are a bad sign. however i totally advocate showing cleavage. though i do prefer a smart pencil skirt and dominatrix high heels. it's so dita von teese (who i worship).
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