How Not to Be a Dick poster
Remember when Meghan drew this thing a couple years ago? Well, I sure do. Here’s her Introducing A Broad if you’d like to re-familiarize with my favorite etiquette expert - and check out How Not To Be A Dick, finally in book form!
To suggest that one’s belly, body hair or tattoo is ‘distasteful’ and should therefore be covered in the name of etiquette is the very worst sort of body fascism. If your children are traumatised by the sight of a fat person in a bikini, a bit of cellulite or a caesarean scar, then may I tentatively suggest that you aren’t raising them correctly. If seeing someone hairy wearing something skimpy renders you ‘unable to eat your lunch’ then I’m afraid my diagnosis is the problem is with your brain, not their body.
baby’s first fatkini.
- vintage navy dress: thrifted in Austin TX (2010)
- Mary-Jane clogs: c/o Sven Clogs
- sheer HUE tights
Just another day at the office, dancing and drinking prosecco. In the past few days I saw Junip, Villagers, and the Postal Service… next week I’m seeing Still Corners, Heliotropes, Bad Cop, Low, and Jonny Fritz. (Follow me on instagram for concert pics). My job is kinda cool.
In addition to working all the time, I recently started taking an advanced French class - my first in over four years. I am finding it to be pretty difficult in many senses of the word. Have you ever taken a class post-undergrad? How do you deal with being a student again when you’re indignant as fuck?
- Mary-Jane clogs:c/o Sven Clogs
- mini dress: Urban Outfitters
- denim vest: thrifted at Salvation Army
- head scarf & pins: in my life forever, all from Planned Parenthood, KEXP, and Muhlenberg <3
As much as I love this photo (by Lauren, in her gorgeous Allentown PA backyard), I’ve hesitated to post because all I seem to want to write about is work and pizza.
I’ll spare you the gory details and take this opportunity to let you know we’ll be doing a giveaway with Sven Clogs later this month. More on that later, stay tuned!