Ask UfYH: When Your Trash Isn’t Trash

Q: I am moving come January or February 2015. This seems a lot of time, but, as you know, it is not. My problem is not really the “how to move” stuff. I get that (start now. NOW). I am traveling in an RV (which also needs some unfucking so I am starting there) and won’t be to that home ’til October.

However, it is some kind of trigger for me to throw stuff in the landfill. Read More Ask UfYH: When Your Trash Isn’t Trash

Nordstrom Fall Beauty Trend Show

A few weeks ago, Dormouse and I were hanging out and shopping around downtown Seattle. We wandered into the flagship Nordstrom as people who are interested in department stores are wont to do. We got caught up looking at awesome eye shadow palettes at the Lancôme counter. Read More Nordstrom Fall Beauty Trend Show

The Quest, or What Those $300 Shoes Are Really Saying To You

I always know when I am seriously discontented with the way my life is going.

Aside from the emotional eating, the cataclysmic breakdowns inflicted on the hapless boyfriend and the mindless surfing of the Internet, the kind that leaves you with a hollow and depressed feeling like you just ate a huge bag of candy and can’t quite remember why, there is also The Quest.
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Movie Review: The Joneses

I should know better than to watch a movie Daniel Carlson at Pajiba tells me is terrible. He’s never steered me wrong yet. The idea of The Joneses was so intriguing, however, I threw caution to the wind and watched it on Netflix instant. I want my 95 minutes back. Read More Movie Review: The Joneses

Reading The Feminist Mystique, Pt. II: The Honeymoon’s Over

In the second half of Betty Friedan’s classic screed calling for the women of America to wake up and shake off the deadening grip of housewifery, the book begins to show its age. Amid genuinely compelling research about how corporations shill products to identity-less women, there are blithe assertions that suffocating mothers contribute to their sons’ homosexuality and promiscuous women are emotionally immature. The Feminine Mystique, as an iconic and highly influential relic of the mid-century feminist movement, deserves our appreciation and respect, but it’s far from perfect. Read More Reading The Feminist Mystique, Pt. II: The Honeymoon’s Over

Meh, Go Ahead and Commercialize My Christmas

It seems that every year, just around the time that string lights and inflatable Santas start to fill up America’s front yards, people start bemoaning the fact that We as a People have lost sight of what Christmas is Really About. Instead, all we care about is buying and exchanging stuff. Read More Meh, Go Ahead and Commercialize My Christmas