Categories Open Thread This Weekend Open Thread is Filled with Sass Post author By [E] Selena MacIntosh* Post date Friday, March 16th, 2012 320 Comments on This Weekend Open Thread is Filled with Sass It’s Friday night, you know what to do. We’ll drop in the disco ball and stock the snack bar. Tags open threads are hard to tag, smooches, unicorns, weekends are awesome By [E] Selena MacIntosh* Selena MacIntosh is the owner and editor of Persephone Magazine. She also fixes it when it breaks. She is fueled by Diet Coke, coffee with a lot of cream in it, and cat hair. View Archive → ← Community: Shirley Getting Married → Oksana Makar Airlifted to Donetsk; Assholes Blame Victim 320 replies on “This Weekend Open Thread is Filled with Sass” In random things Slay likes, I love the fat pony from ‘What’s Opera Doc’. Its just so adorable. I should get it tattooed on me somewhere. OMG me too. That pony is the best. Look at that chubby face! I love its proportions. TINY LEGS That is so cute. I want to hug it. I feel like reading that was like doing drugs. Glad to know I’m not the only confused one. Hooked? [http://harkavagrant.com/] [http://harkavagrant.com/] [http://harkavagrant.com/] I think the fat pony is going to become my new background for a while- replacing the camera-phone shot of the theoretical framework of my dissertation that I drew on a whiteboard. You guise. You guise! I tried on a pair of jeans today that I liked so much I bought them full price. WOAH. They’re Liz Claiborne! They’re so comfortable! My ass looks pretty great! Ok, those must be amazing jeans. Details? Liz Clairborn boot cut, lightly stretch plus size jeans. The fabric is really soft, they’re not gaping around my waist, and the boot cut isn’t so wide it looks like flare. They’re a bit long (and I’m tall), but that’s my only complain. I got them at JC Penny’s which is another first — I almost never find anything I like there. Two thumbs up from me. Nice! Finding great jeans is a particularly worthyÂ accomplishment. And soft fabric is the best. I like my jeans to feel like sweats. Jealous. Â I love it when that happens! Â Jean shopping is a bitch. Sometimes you just gotta- The jeans I am wearing now, I got for $20 at Eddie bauer and they’re falling apart while I am wearing them and they aren’t that old. I’m pretty hard on clothes, so sometimes I have to pay more for thicker denims and stronger stitching- a long time ago that use to be Gap. I’ve actually never purchased a single thing at the Gap, but I have a whole slew of friends who swear by them. I always got the impression they’re not very fatty friendly, but I have no proof of that since I’ve never bothered to look in the stores. Hi there, I was just wondering if there are any French speakers out there? Or any multi-linguists? I’m the final year of my French degree, still pottering around dictionaries and grammar books – does it get better? D: What is it that you’re looking for? If it’s fluency, then I really like Benny’s tips at fluentin3months.com. I’m a multi-linguist. It definitely gets better the more you’re exposed to a language in real-life context. Although they do say getting to the level of native speakers will take years of daily interaction with them. I speak French very poorly, which makes me sad, but I accept that I do not have the time to practice it as much as I would like (because I prioritize other hobbies). I’ve lived in France for seven months as part of my degree, and I was getting pretty good – I was already able to hold conversations (if not perfectly correct) on a variety of subjects, watch movies without subtitles and read pretty much any text I came across. Of course, I had to come back home and finish my course. I’m terrified that everyone else is better than me -_- It’s my own damn stupid self-confidence, I know, but it gets in the way. AllÃ´. Je suis en convalescence. Ne pas me faire une rechute. Mais je dirai une chose. Rien ne s’amÃ©liore quand on parle franÃ§ais. Regardez, s’il vous plaÃ®t: De truc et d’autres choses trÃ¨s intÃ©ressantesâ€”ceci et celaâ€”il y a bavardage effrÃ©nÃ© en franÃ§ais. Parfois tout le monde parle toute la nuit, non? Puis la lumiÃ¨re du matin apparaÃ®t. Et puis quoi? OÃ¹ est ma voiture volante? OÃ¹ sont mes bottes-fusÃ©es? Rien n’a changÃ©. Alors, quel est le but de parler cette langue? Je n’ai pas trÃ¨s bien compris ce que vous voulez dire… Yo. I am in recovery [from speaking French]. Don’t make me relapse [please]. But [to answer your question] I will say one thing: nothing gets better when you’re speaking French. To wit: About stuff, interesting thingsâ€”whateverâ€”there’s banter aplenty in French. People talk all night sometimes, y’know? And in the morning, then what? Where’s my flying car? Where are my rocket boots? Nothing has changed. So what’s the point of speaking the language? Klingon, on the other handâ€”that’s a mighty fine tongue. My problem wasn’t with translating what you said – the mention of rocket boots and flying cars confused me… Ne soyez pas confus. N’ayez pas peur. L’avenir amÃ¨nera des magies Ã nous, vertigineuses et Ã©blouissantes, comme les voitures volantes, les bottes-fusÃ©es, les licornes-Ã©lectriques, la perte de poids en mangeant du fromage trop, les autres joyeusetÃ©s. Nous nous attendons Ã ces chosesâ€”nous devons les avoirâ€”nous avons Ã©tÃ© sans ces nÃ©cessitÃ©s pendant trop longtemps. Peut-Ãªtre l’avenir est celui que pardonne, et il aura la gentillesse. Le bon avenir faudrait encore remettre Ã nous des magies, mÃªme si nous devions continuer Ã parler franÃ§ais. Mais vaut-il le risque? Je ne peux pas dire si c’est le cas, hÃ©las. Donc que pouvons-nous faire? Moi, j’attendrai, et je verrai. Nous nous verrons, chacun d’entre nous. De toute faÃ§on, si et lorsque l’avenir se produit et nous avons de belles choses, si vous ne voudrez pas de vos objets magiques, souhaitez-vous s’il vous plaÃ®t les donnez Ã moi? Je pourrais utiliser des deux licornes-Ã©lectriques, pour la conduite d’un plus grand dirigeable avec plus de vitesse. Merci. Vous dites n’importe quoi, mais tout cela a un certain sens poÃ©tique – je vous donc pardonne et je voudrais vous offrir mes trois licornes-Ã©lectriques et mon arbre-parlant prÃ©ferÃ©. Vous Ãªtes trÃ¨s gentil! Cet arbre, quelles langues parle-t-il? Comment est-il, en franÃ§ais, en utilisant l’argot? Bien que, sans doute, je pourrais bien utiliser un arbre qui est un grammairien rigoureux. La santÃ© de mes capacitÃ©s linguistiques a connu des jours meilleurs. C’est une sorte de honte. J’avais l’habitude de parler cette langue quotidienne; j’y ai habitÃ©. Quel est le nom du pays? Cet arbre parle couramment franÃ§ais, hongrois, japonais et peut se dÃ©brouiller en vulcain et klingon. On dirait d’un vrai Ã©rudit. Je crois qu’il avait l’honneur d’Ã©tudier avec tous les grands arbes de l’arbredie franÃ§aise. Mais ne laissez pas ce fait vous faire peur: il pense que l’argot, la langue familiÃ¨re, est la plus belle expression d’une langue vivant! Sinon, on ne pourrait pas “baiser” quelqu’un, mais seulement “leur faire amour”, comme si on est un personnage dans les oeuvres de Stephanie Meyer. (Excusez-moi la vulgaritÃ© mais Stephanie Meyer me mettre tellement en colÃ¨re.) Ni la chastetÃ©, ni la concupiscence des morts-vivants suceurs de sangâ€”aucun des deux ne doit Ãªtre souillÃ© par l’argot! Je n’ai pas lu les livres. J’Ã©spere que votre vie comme lecteur ne sera pas souillÃ© – voire detruit – par ces livres. J’ai lu le premier, et j’avoue que je l’ai trouvÃ© plus agrÃ©able que mes devoirs d’Ã©cole. Puis j’ai revenuÂ Ã la raison. No-Knead Bread update (http://smittenkitchen.com/2006/11/one-for-the-sling-files/): REALLY TASTY. Had a piece straight out of the oven with vegan butter and it was delish. Going to eat it cold with olive oil and balsamic. It may not last the day. Next project for this evening!Â http://www.chow.com/videos/show/chow-tips/81197/how-to-make-a-brownie-in-a-mug-in-the-microwave Yup. Brownie in a microwave. Should be illegal, right? But it isn’t. Chocolate. In my mouth. So excited. mind = blown but there are GIANT AIR HOLES in the photo for the No Knead Bread. Wouldn’t kneading remove them? I don’t like it when my peanut butter sinks through. Noooo! Not for sandwiches! This kind of bread is made for dipping in wonderfully rich olive oil and an aged balsamic vinegar. The air holes are there to add texture, so you don’t end up with sandwich bread. Next time I’m going to sprinkle coarse sea salt on top of the dough before baking. It will be marvelous. I just had to read some dumb articles for class that I KNEW were going to start gender essentializing in their conclusion/general discussion. GUESS WHAT THEY DID? It’s okay, in my response paper I cited another scientific article to try to argue how stupid it was to chalk up the difference to “innate biology” consideringÂ the original article only used American undergraduate students as participants. If you only study people from a patriarchal society, of course you’re going to see gender differences! And I’m amazed how un-user friendly Tumblr is. This was my Saturday. I have not figured that site out at all. It’s so confusing. Tumblr makes me feel how my mother feels about the entire internet. I am still figuring tumblr out. It took me forever to figure out how to upload a picture and put it into my post today. Ha, long live little icons that don’t tell you anything :p It’s a mess. I’ve been feeling a bit oversensitive to what seems like a constant onslaught of increasingly horrific news stories lately, so I wimped out and skipped everything that came with a trigger warning this week, and a lot of other stuff that didn’t, but sounded bleak and depressing anyway. And then I read this, more than making up for anything I may have spared myself of. OTL How one man escaped from a North Korean prison camp. I can’t quite believe what I’ve just read. Thank you for sharing this. This is just…horrific. Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone! @QoB, my friend, I hope you’re out enjoying Paddy’s Day and getting over the COMPLETE TERRIBLENESS that was this evening’s so-called rugby. I can’t remember the last time we played so poorly. DECCIE MUST GO. I KNOW! My god, the horror. I ended up watching the match in Limerick and…yeah. Can’t see how after the World Cup and this that he can stay. Who to replace him with? I hate to say it as a Leinster die-hard, but surely Joe Schmidt is the obvious choice? After over four years I met the other half of the in-law family. It was ..weird. What happened? Yes, this. Having been in a long term relationshipÂ whereÂ the boyfriend’sÂ family’sÂ politics don’t exactly match your’s (read: at all), it can be challenging. I feel you, if that;s the issue. Ack. *that’s* I’m tipsy. Erm, they didn’t really feel like family? Uncomfortable silences and the snotty I’m-elite-but-can-like-pulp-in-an-ironic-way teen cousin didn’t help either. Several subjects passed which I liked or knew the truth about were pulled apart. It wasn’t all bad but the other side (BF’s mother’s family) is much much warmer. Aw, that’s no good. At least there’s others that have a better environment going. Persephoneers, I need a little crowdsourced wisdom. A friend of my boyfriend posted an article on Facebook by a guy who basically supports what Rush Limbaugh said to and about Sandra Fluke. I don’t even want to link to it because it is one ad hominem and deliberate lie after another and I was literally shaking with fury when I finished it. I do know the guy who posted it, but we aren’t really friends and I’m worried that calling him out on it, however politely, is going to feel like a personal attack and shut down any attempts at dialogue. I also don’t want to put my boyfriend in an uncomfortable position. The second half of the problem is that boyfriend liked the article–and believe me, we are going to have a LONG talk about that! But I’m not sure how to bring it up. How do you handle talking to people who disagree with you politically? I’m far too well-trained in being a “nice girl” to know where to start. Ingrained niceness is hard to fight. Maybe you could start the conversation with the boyfriend with something like, “I don’t want to come across combative about this, but you have done something that upset me and I feel we need to talk about it.” This can lend to ending up with an “I’m sorry you got upset” fauxpology, but at least it puts forward the idea that you aren’t looking to fight, just discussion. As for the friend of the boyfriend, maybe just a link bomb in theÂ commentsÂ to aÂ take-downÂ of Rush on this topic. I mean, even the stupid Forbes article I read written by someone who didn’t see the need to include BC in health insurance said Rush needed toÂ apologizeÂ because what he said was so awful. Of course I have an easier time being not nice on the internet so yourÂ mileageÂ may vary. That’s a tough situation. I get super inflamed and pissed off so when IÂ interact withÂ myÂ boyfriends’Â conservative friends, it’s badÂ news. At thisÂ point, I’m just known as the crazy,Â rabidÂ liberal girlfriend. Whatever. IÂ embrace that label. Now, they expect an argument and it’s all in (semi) good fun. I’m not sure what yourÂ relationshipÂ isÂ withÂ your boyfriends friend,Â but don’t swallow yourÂ beliefs. Be yourself and you can do no wrong. Ok, I don’t know what happened with my fonts and sizes there. Honestly? I would dump that boyfriend. Political differences don’t have to be major, but Rush Limbaugh’s recent statements are beyond mere differences into outright misogyny. Any support for those statements would send me running for the hills. However, I don’t know the whole situation, so you are of course free to completely disregard my advice, wtih even a casual “Fuck off” if you like. Free speech! As for speaking up, I find it often helps to use humor in these arguments, even if it’s sometimes false, appalled humor. “Rush Limbaugh doesn’t know a thing about birth control. He obviously thinks you take the Pill every time you have sex, just like Viagra. ‘If your inability to conceive lasts more than four hours, you should consult a physician.'” I know that this would end in a break up for me too, even if it wouldn’t be the direct and obvious cause of it. Thanks so much for the advice, ladies! I’ve posted some pointed but polite questions on the guy’s wall and I hope to have a discussion with The Boy tomorrow. I’ll see where things go from there. I hope it goes well! We’ll be rooting for you! I rocked my interview so hard yesterday! It felt like one of those first dates where afterwards you tell everyone you know that you are going to get married and have babies with that person. Well, P-Mag’ers, I want to get married and have babies with this firm. I interviewed with three of the partners and instantly clicked with all of them. One of them went to the same tiny high school and lives in the same tiny town where I grew up! How awesome is that. Another partner quoted Office Space to me. And the third partner was flipping through my resume and letters of recommendation and knows my mock trial coach, who gave me A’s in legal writing, litigation, and torts. I feel like I’m destined to work here. Better pay! No more family law! Towards the end of the interview, it felt like they were trying to suck up to me to get me to work there as much as I was sucking up to them to get them to hire me. I want this job so badly! In other super important news, BOY IS BACK!!! And he brought me back lots of presents!! I get to see him tomorrow and I’m so excited I could explode! Happy weekend, everyone! Woohoo! Everything is coming up You! I hope you get that job. I hope the job is yours! I’m glad it went so well :D Hope you get the job. Thanks all! Woohoo! Go you! That must feel awesome! That’s so awesome! Alrighty, in the fine North American tradition of having horrible fake Irish crap on St. Patrick’s Day I give you this. I went to go see The Quiet Man at the local historic restoration movie theater last night* and this is the cartoon they ran before the feature. The animation is so awful at points I was watching between my fingers (note: I am an animation major, not sure if this would bug anyone else). It is one of the mostÂ bizarreÂ cartoons I have ever watched. *As close as I come to actually celebrating St. Pat’s. I want to make these. But I have no time. Someone else make them so I can live vicariously through you! http://www.browneyedbaker.com/2011/03/14/irish-car-bomb-cupcakes/ I have been eyeing these up forever on the smittenkitchen site. Â I have even gone so far as to turn it into a word doc and print it. Â I have gone so far as to buy theÂ Guinness. Â However, I’ve never made cupcakes before and am too chicken to actually do it. Â I dream about these damn things. DO IT. For the good of Perse-kind! They look delicious, but I really wish people would stop using the phrase “Irish Car Bomb” for drinks (and food). It’s really pretty horribly offensive. Truth. “Super Delicious Alcoholic Cupcakes” would be much better. This is their name from here on out. I like the cut of your jib. Thank you! Yes. I heard a story of an Irish bartender offering a “911” when insensitive assoholes orderedÂ IrishÂ Car Bombs. I think a lot of younger people in the U.S. really have no idea about The Troubles, but still–no excuse. It’s a gross name for a drink. We don’t. I promise never to use that name in the future. I’m smacking myself in the forehead a little bit for not questioning the moniker! THat has to be the best bartender response I’ve heard yet. OH MY DEAR SWEET LORD. These sound delicious! Guys- after two crazy weeks, I have finally finished revising the proposal for my dissertation. I have about 4 footnotes to fix and I need to look it over for glaring grammatical things/typos but I am SO HAPPY right now. It is like a weight of crushing stress has been lifted. WOO! Congrats! Congratulations! Yay!! Congrats! Pretend there’s a clapping gif here because I don’t know how to use gifs. I want to do more unfucking. Yesterday and today, my arthritis has been like “O hai! Let’s hang out!” Do not want. Before I knew it was arthritis and a permanent thing, I would have been like “Oh, my back’s sore? Well, the best thing to do is to stay active and work those muscles so that they know who’s boss!” and then I’m like “Well, am I just using this thing as a crutch to not get anything done?” And then I’m all “Ummmmm permanent spinal damage. STFU, self.” … yeah, I’m whiny today. Going to go organize my jewelry, since that doesn’t require moving/lifting/anything strenuous. I always support any and all efforts at unfucking. :D You can see the results on my tumblr! I am happy with how it turned out. And I’m also letting myself chillax for the rest of the day. Ooh, link? Here is my tumblr. It is mostly for documenting the unfucking.Â http://ramblingandpie.tumblr.com/ I reblogged you and didn’t even know it! Yaaaaaay! It makes me feel loved. Now we can be tumblr friends! I am following youuuuuu now! Ugh I’m trying to get myself moving to do some 20/10s and unfuck my apartment, but I can’t seem to get myself off the couch. I’m also not sure how far I want to go in the unfucking of my kitchen – just get everything clean and normal? Reorganize the pantry, scrub the oven, reorganize the cabinets? Getting off the couch at this point would be an accomplishment at the moment …. Get everything clean and normal, and then see if the unfucking bug has caught you! GET UP. OFF THE COUCH. GO. NOW. Don’t start thinking big picture as far as your kitchen. Just do your first 20/10 and see where you are, then go from there. Boo, my spring break is almost over. I don’t want to leave my cozy nest of pleasure reading and Netflix! Starting today I have to pick back up on my work, since I have something due every day of next week:/ Also, happy St. Patrick’s Day! I hope you’re wearing green… Of course I am! (Multiple layers, actually, since it started off warm today and now it’s getting chilly.) Happy St. P’s! wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle shuffle wiggle wiggle woo! (yes, I’m writing my paper. can’t you tell?) I’m doing a massive Discworld re-read at the moment, and just wanted to say I LOVE your username! Discworld = <3 And Lady Sybil Ramkin is a total badass : ) So I had a skin peel done at a medical clinic, as I have these uber-annoying acne scars and I don’t wear make-up (yeah, I caved to my vanity).Â TMI land: my skin is now peeling/itching like mad. I would bake to kill time, but I’m scared that I would have my acid-laden skin cells flake off into the food. On the plus side, I got another member for my MS committee yesterday. And he’s not going to make me load up on extra classes! Score! Aw, that’s no fun. There’s nothing wrong with “caving to your vanity,” as you put it; if it makes you feel good…why not? It’s your body! :) And whoo for committee members! Man that sucks! Join my farscape marathon? I’m on 1×16, “A Human Reaction” Did the dermatologist give you any sort of cream you can use to calm your skin down? Maybe some aloe? Nothing wrong with wanting to feel comfortable and confident in you own skin (heh). I’m weirded out by it because I’ve focused for so long on not worrying about my appearance, and now I’m interning for a group where it kind of matters. I’m looking to order chest waders for my field work while researching fashion/hospitality events to network at. It’s blowing my mind. And I have moisturizer, so I’m not doomed. I got the lightest peel you can get, so it just looks like I’m recovering from a sunburn. Though on day one it looked like I had a white goatee. 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