Working stiff

Up for work. Have a meeting today with some head honchos in the school district. I've been led to believe it's good news, although any meeting of this sort automatically makes my stomach clenchy and makes me think thoughts along the line of, "I'm getting fired."

Although things like this exist on tumblrs I like, which makes the morning better.

There's also this sort-of-decent article from Scientific American about poly, and how communication in relationships = good. You don't say.

Clock is ticking

Since Now-hubby and I are getting to a certain age (read: late 20s), people find it their business to occasionally ask us about our plans to have a baby. Because, you know, we've been married for a few years and baby is like...the next step on the "things to do" life list.

There are a few tropes in society that fucking irritate me, and the top 3 are:

1. Having sex with a person = immediate love. Also that you must somehow try to make things "serious" between the two of you now.

2. Women and men are completely separate species and entirely unable to ever understand each other or communicate in any meaningful way.

3. Children are annoying and a lot of work, but "worth it" in some grander scheme.

For the last one, it's always the "worth it" part that gets to me. I went thrift shopping at Goodwill this past Friday (made out like a rock star - two pairs of jeans, one awesome skirt, a fun summer-type dress, and finally a proper LBD to wear to "fancy" events), and while I was waiting for a check-out lane to open, watched a child climb over the check-out counter behind the register until one of the Goodwill employees had to say something about the kid not being allowed back there. Meanwhile Mom is all:

There are people that I used to know who had exciting things to talk about. Now they have a child and talking to them is like talking to a zombie. Number one they're too freaking tired from meeting every stupid need of their kid to have any time for thought about themselves. So number two whenever they do have a chance to open their mouths for any other purpose but correcting and guiding their child's development, it's all they want to talk about even with other adults.

Every once in awhile I'll trick myself into thinking I want a baby. I'll see something like this and be all, "yeah, that wouldn't be so bad."

And then I have to work very hard to remind myself that the video was taken in one minute in the life of those babies, the rest of which probably looks more like this:

Now-hubby compared having a baby to owning a really unreliable cell phone, which is a lot nicer than the analogy I usually use when I talk about having children (which is willingly entering into an abusive relationship). I just...anything that sucks that amount of time and energy out of your life without any sort of reliable outcome wasn't "worth it."

Bun in the oven

Few things in life make me absolutely Zen chill out as baking. I'm not like a crazy expert. The first time I made egg whites peak I may have taken a moment to do a victory dance because I had finally figured it out.

May have forgotten to make the fork hatching on the last batch of peanut butter cookies tonight, but that's a secret just between you and I, loyal readers.

I like every step of the baking process. Amassing ingredients, the way they blend when mixed together, the way my arms get sore from mixing sometimes (I'm pretty against electric mixers, not for any specific reason, just if I don't feel I really need to use one, I don't). Tasting along the way to make sure that everything is as it should be, and the freaking amazing smell of something baking as it permeates the whole house.

Riding coattails

Been watching the new season of Project Runway recently. We're thinking of you, Gunnar, up in Project Runway heaven.

Also, ANTM's next season will apparently be all dudes. Which I'm sure Tyra will still find time for a fucking entire episode devoted to some "trademark" thing that she does that's not actually relevant to anything anywhere.

I'll just let Azmarie take it from here.

Related, here's a neat article from Time about a lady who does male modeling. Awesome sauce.

Sports. You'll be good at them.

One day Now-hubby and I were out for dinner/drinks and stumbled across Reebok's Crossfit Games on one of the big screens at the restaurant. Specifically the women's events, which left us both with our forks halfway to our mouths and drooling like idiots.

 

Here's a fantastic link to an article about women's bodies in the media, also with a good perspective on male/female gaze. You know, when you're done ogling the pic above. Take your time.