Archive for August, 2008

Behind every good woman

Thursday, August 28th, 2008

So much of political campaigning these days is about manipulating the gullible psyches of the U.S. American* populace, and I’m noting that over the years, the character of the would-be First Lady has come increasingly into play in a presidential candidate’s campaign.


Given that, I’m wondering whether it was to Hilary Clinton’s disadvantage that her husband is at this point not someone whom a sufficient portion of those people can truly feel good about.








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*Everyone totally made fun of Miss Teen South Carolina for saying “U.S. Americans,” but I’ve come to realize that I kind of object to this idea that the term “American” invokes, by default, somebody from the United States of America instead of Panama or Bolivia or Belize or any of the other countries that are in North or Central or South America.

This is what I get for abandoning veganism

Thursday, August 28th, 2008

I have a bad habit of wandering around my apartment while eating, putting down my food for some reason or another, walking away and then forgetting where I’ve left it.


This isn’t the worst thing when – as is often the case – it involves a carrot, but it’s less good at times like this one, when I’ve mislaid some mahi-mahi.


Fortunately, my roommate just went out of town for the long weekend, so I still have, like, three and a half days to find it.

Caution: dangerous curves ahead

Wednesday, August 27th, 2008

While at the Vineyard this weekend, I loaned a friend the top half of my strapless bikini so that she could fix her halterrific tan lines in anticipation of an upcoming wedding.


Just minutes ago, we met up to do the return hand-off, and she – being a coordinator of clinical trials as well as a considerate person who didn’t want to snag the delicate nylon/elastine/polyester blend – had sealed it in a plastic BIOHAZARD bag.


Given that I pretty much never wear this bathing suit – its straplessness, when combined with my penchant for aquatic abandon, makes it undesirable – I’m tempted to leave it in the bag and carry it around like that indefinitely so that it can boost my badass quotient.




Three sets of 50 reps

Monday, August 25th, 2008

At the gym earlier tonight, I was lying on the stretching mat, just doing my thing, when I realized that I was doing the same dopey toning move (move?) as the chick lying beside me.


Now this chick was hot – I mean really hot – but she was also one of those women who’s at the gym wearing a ton of makeup and clothes that are blatantly workout-unfriendly, so I wasn’t thrilled to find myself “exercising” in the same way she was, but I guess that’s what I get for taking my workouts from US Weekly articles on how Jennifer Love Hewitt lost the weight.

Vote Rachelbank for DOT Commissioner

Monday, August 25th, 2008

Motorists who sexually harass joggers deserve to be rear-ended, if not more.


I mean this, and I kind of wish that I had the chutzpah to make this blog public again OR that I had more than eleven readers so that I could be doing more to get the word out.

What’s the drunkest you’ve ever been on a Monday morning?

Monday, August 25th, 2008

For me, I think that time might be right now.


However, I am pleased to have learned that my bangin’ Tahari LBD is excellent for dancing AND sleeping in.

I am a heterosexist creep

Thursday, August 21st, 2008

I just remembered to Google the whole “make love, not babies” thing, and I have since learned that I left out a third possibility, that the t-shirt bore a sex-positive LGBTQIA message.


My sincere apologies to anyone who was offended by my heteronormative assumption.

Here’s what bugs me re: shoelessness (Part II)

Thursday, August 21st, 2008

Here’s what bugs me: when people whom I only sort of know notice that I’m not wearing shoes and then warn me against some pedally-borne illness that starts with T: tapeworm, trenchfoot, tetanus.


Come on – surely y’all can think of something that starts with another letter, like F or maybe M.

The secular left?

Wednesday, August 20th, 2008

While walking home tonight, I saw a guy wearing a t-shirt that read “Make love, not babies,” which I found to be kind of funny…


…but then I wondered: is that a fairly offensive pro-choice t-shirt, or just a regular funny pro-prophylactic t-shirt?

Oh Newton South class of ’97

Wednesday, August 20th, 2008

I have got to stop watching Seasons 1 and/or 2 of “The Office” before bed so that I can stop having these incredibly romantic dreams about John Krasinski in which he ultimately leaves me for Pam.


And hey, speaking of whom, has anyone already noticed that he has a bit role in the overacted-in-by-Ms.-Diaz-but-still-ever-so-compelling “The Holiday”?