Confessions of a cranky old broad:
I never think I’ve slept too much. I’m suspicious of the notion of too much sleep.
However. I used to think there was no such thing as too much coffee, garlic, or salt. I no longer do.
Never ever ever tell me I think too much. Never. Ever. NeverEver.
Ever.
Because I don’t.
Although I do talk too much.
Anyway, my friend B. came up with an insight that I’ve repeated to others over the years: I drink Tab so I can eat more Snickers bars. Unimpeachable, really.
Never tell me what I think—unless you want me to sever your head. If you want to know, ask.
If you don’t, don’t ask.
Tits forward is a fine substitute for balls forward.
I’m not a badass—but I like that I give off that impression. (Now, why is it again that I don’t date?)
I only do things which are a hassle for two reasons: 1) they’re necessary; or 2) I get paid. This explains why I’m not on Facebook.
This may also explain why I don’t date.
Academic journal publishing is a racket. Your competitors—oh, excuse me, your colleagues—review your work, and then, if the piece is published (sometime in the next year), not only only do you not get paid, you have to pay for reprints.
And no one will read the article anyway—possibly including your reviewers.
I’m using a couple of books in my classes which argue for a moral approach to political problems. How about a political approach to political problems?
I am a fair-weather Packer fan. If, however, I lived in Wisconsin, I would almost certainly hate them.
Still wouldn’t root for the Vikings, tho’.
Bad taste is good if it’s funny.
You can get away with almost anything if you’re funny.
But woe unto you for offending without eliciting a laugh.
A good protest has humor, music, and an end time.
New York is a pit. I kinda like that. Except in August.
I sometimes wonder if I moved to New York because I figured this would be the place to be when the world ends.
You can die in a dream without dying in real life.
I don’t think chocolate is candy. Especially dark chocolate.
Coffee is the elixir of life.
(Another anecdote, this time from Linda Ellerbee: She made note of reporter Andrea Mitchell’s response to the question of what she did to relax. I drink coffee!)
It’s sweet that people think I became a vegetarian for health reasons. As I like to point out, Doritos are vegetarian.
Another bit of wisdom from B.: Tell people you’re 10 years older than you are. They’ll think you look great for your age.
I will steal words and phrases from other people if I can get away with it. Most new slang is off limits, however, since as an old white woman I most definitely cannot get away with it. (Although I’m still trying to work in mad as an adverb or adjective.)
When people tell me I spoil my cats I think, Duh. Why else have ’em if you can’t spoil them?
I look forward to claiming the title of ‘crone’.
But not just yet.
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