Greatest chain letter in the history of ever.

Stolen from Pharyngula, who got it from…somewhere.


Really, New York and Company?

So today I was shopping on New York and Company’s website and happened to find a skirt I liked. Really liked, in fact, which is rare for me, because I hardly ever wear skirts. I clicked on the size chart to double-check my measurements against their sizing, and what was the first thing I saw?


“All women are not created equal.”

Are you kidding me? Someone actually thought that that was an appropriate tagline for their sizing chart? My mind = blown.

I guess you could argue that it’s supposed to be kind of funny, because of course all women are not of equal sizes. But there’s no way that you can argue that that wording doesn’t totally suck. It’s a comparison phrase typically used to denote value. If it said “All cars are not created equal”, it would be very clear that it meant that some cars are of lesser quality than others. Women are not all the same size, but that phrase specifically goes out of its way to imply that if your size lies closer to the right side of the chart, you’re worth less than a size 2. And that is just wrong.

I need a support group or something.

I have an affliction. You may have heard of it. It’s called Wedding Fever, and it’s painful to admit.

See, I’m planning my wedding. It’s in six months, and it’s all lovely and I’m very excited, blah blah blah. It’s going to be a small wedding – a very small wedding – and my partner and I are working on keeping it under $3,000, which means that we don’t have free reign to just offhandedly pick things based on how much we like them. We always have to factor in the cost, and, being the way I am, I can’t stop thinking about it.

Not that I’m stressing out or anything. On the contrary, I’m enjoying this a lot more than I thought I would. I was never one of those girls that fantasized about their weddings, so when the time finally came to start hammering out some details, I was totally at a loss at first. Six months may not seem like a long engagement, but at this point, we’re still pretty far out, and I think we have plenty of time.

As long as we keep planning. And grabbing the deals that we find as we find them.

The point of this is that I’m still reading the news, and still starting drafts of serious posts on things like the Quiverfull Movement, the GOP’s latest gaffes, and the latest Planned Parenthood bombing, but…I can’t concentrate. Just a moment ago, I was on Pharyngula reading about the priest who inadvertently showed his whole congregation his collection of gay porn, and lo! An advertisement for ModCloth’s adorable dresses popped up, and my brain immediately went into, “Oh gosh, I need a casual reception dress”-mode.

So I don’t know how productive I’m going to be for a while, is what I’m saying. Because of my brain. Sorry.

P.S. Part of me feels like maybe I’m a bad feminist for admitting that planning my wedding has made it difficult to concentrate. Any truth to this? Because the rest of me is saying “Fuck off, this is going to be a goddamn feminist wedding if ever there was one”. Hey, new post idea: deconstructing the wedding industrial complex and its inherently misogynistic traditions. Sounds like fun.