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A classic women’s magazine piece from the August 2010 Glamour by Genevieve Field, featuring my debatably indispensable two cents on embarrassing sex situations.
Download the pdf to read the whole article.
A swell review from On the Shelf:
They pop up like dandelions every spring: guidebooks for the graduate.
Whether junior is saying goodbye to her high school pals, facing the job market with a philosophy major or simply moving to first grade, publishers purport to have a product for everyone.
Most of the books feature a compelling cover, fit easily into a gift bag and aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on. “The Girl’s Guide to Absolutely Everything” is the exception, and a perfect present for this year’s crop of co-ed grads.
I am now officially on Twitter. It’s experimental. My name is “melissakirsch”. Surprising, I know.
Please “follow” me as my posts promise to get ever more mundane. That’s not true. They’re going to get kind of amazing. It’s all part of narrowing our focus for the future. I would like to voice that the Twitter interface is so crapped up it’s impossible to find anyone if they’re not a Yahoo(!) mail contact, which I find absurd. But you can find me. For the time being. Any Twitter tips or insider trading hints welcome.
Never in modern politics has an expression so strange and strangely disturbing gotten so much play. Sarah Palin’s three possible locations for the spoils million-dollar fashion spree include two semi-sane ones and one baffling heretofore unconsidered Valley of Ashes.
The Belly of the Plane. There’s a lot of insistence going on about stuff that has been left in the Belly of the Plane. Is this the cargo hold? Like where the luggage goes after it’s stickered at the ineptly-named self-check-in? Why belly? Is the plane’s belly, as it sounds like, some strange peristaltic cavity where aviation bile and breaks down the fibers of moldering heaps of Bill Blass silk shantung suits with jaunty self-bows at the waist? Every time Palin mentions the belly of the plane, I get grossed out and confused.
Just how big is this belly? How much loot can fit in a belly? How long can you keep merch in a belly before it passes the no-return date? Is it longer than I can keep four H&M bags sitting in the corner of the living room that I so should have tried on before buying but will probably miss the cruelly short return window for and end up with yet another pleated monstrosity I am never going to wear? Is it longer than the two weeks I have to use my Duane Reade Dollar Rewards $5 coupon before it cruelly–and I seriously mean cruelly here because that is one great reward with a few very unfair strings attached if you don’t run out of Tampax Pearl fast enough–expires?
Why belly? Why not overhead compartment? Is there someone down there in a headlamp, prowling around in the Belly of the Plane, rifling through a lot of garment bags, making lame comparisons to the Belly of the Beast? Is mentioning the Belly of the Plane just a tic now, a hip visual aide to conjure the Land of the Lost or the Valley of the Dolls or other territories into which Palin would certainly never venture?
Anthony the Magician made the blog work again just in time for my return from a summer in France. Posting to resume apace.
Not only is Anthony a magician, but this Wordpress “dashboard” is actually friendly and comprehensible. It feels like a new lease on life. I can’t believe I suffered through that weird interface for so long and then spent hours cleaning up the hacked crapfest. You mean to tell me I can audio and video with no problem whatsoever? I can add images and it will align the image? This is a very fancy Wordpress. And it appears to be saving the draft every two seconds.
WYSIWYG editing! It’s like the 20th century all over again.
I’d like to live in a world as clean as this page is right now.
