Listen to Tussin

“I miss retail!”

Here is a letter that I submitted on some online form regarding the current financial crisis and [the Institution with which I am currently employed- an Institution that was fool enough to play chicken with its huge endowment, Might I Add].

Your question or concern (optional) It is wonderful to see the [Institution Redacted] campus coming together to implement such creative cost-effective measures. For example, my department has foregone the traditional holiday party and instead opted for a delicious potluck lunch. I do find it to be quite the irony, then, that last evening (Thursday, December 18th), I was exiting my office in [Building Redacted] when I encountered an elaborate set-up for a soiree given by and presumably paid for, by the [Institution Redacted] (though I did not see any fellow staff members in attendance).

Your cost-savings tip (optional) I propose that, perhaps instead of hovering over well-meaning Department heads with the threat of vast and looming budget cuts, the Dean and his associates opt out of planning private, extravagant, and arguably unnecessary events. If the [Institution Redacted] is really concerned with reassuring its staff in the wake of financial uncertainty, perhaps it is not the wisest PR move to rub the proverbial salt in the wound by flaunting excess.

Auto Bailout, Madoff, blah blah blarg. Not to get all Marxy on your white-collar asses, but we won’t stand for this much longer… or will we?

Per Fashionista’s statement, ‘We wonder who’ll models these clothes, based on a woman whose dress size is as famous as her face…’, I’m reminded of something that I have to get off my chest.

Yeah, Marilyn Monroe was a size 16.

But do you wear clothes from this era? I do, almost solely (that is: when I’m not dressed, on all other days, like a 13 year old boy). In vintage-wear, I wear a size 10 (I’m an X-tra Small IRL). See? See? CLOTHES EVOLVE TOO.

(Snopes addresses this too.)

I guess I’m just sick of people having to justify their [perfectly adequate] sizes by using a bombshell lady who probably didn’t even have a very healthy body image. Also, I need to stop reading Fashionista because (like everything else) it just makes my brain atrophy (I dare not mention this beyond pathetic post that they did). Chubies.

Somehow my high school found me and is pestering me with emails about my five year reunion. I vowed never to attend a non-family reunion unless I was Very Successful. Despite the fact that HWRHS’ Class of 2003 is actually the most compelling argument for eugenics that one could ever see and I am thus tenfold more successful than, oh, say 75% of these people [which is just... SAD], NO I AM NOT GOING.

DELETE.

DELETE.

DELETE.

DO NOT WANT.

There was also bitterness. “What language do they speak in Kenya? Maybe I should get a book,” said Ed Sellman of Falls Church. “I’d sure like to see his birth certificate.”

SUCK IT YOU RACIST BUTTFUCKS. WE WON AND YOU LOST AND I HOPE YOU HAD FUN GETTING YOUR WHITEY ASS KICKED
Sincerely,

White Girl who is SO SSOSOSOSOSOSO HAPPY THAT HER PRESIDENT IS BLACK!!!! <3 <3 <3

OBAMA!

Frankly, I’m ready for a president who canoodles with Khalidi. Isn’t it time?

Then again, y’all know my politics, and also probably about the framed Rabin/Arafat picture I grew up with in my parents’ home.

Shepard Fairey 2, originally uploaded by Jasonwg.

Shepard Fairey was in Boston last week and did this piece right outside my house.

I’ve been lovin’ Amazon’s book blog Omnivoracious for several months now, namely because it’s written by people who are really geeked about reading. In honor of our Beloved Electoral College they’ve been doing a regular books of the states feature, which I find to be completely adorable.