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"I am," said the Queen.
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On fun-sized advice.
What’s wrong with wanting life to be like a movie?
Wish-thinking is for children and idiots. Grow up.
I’ve accidentally fallen in love with a man who is the single parent of his 1-year-old son. This is not what I had planned out for myself. What do I do?
Get used to life not going according to plan.
If she’s 26 and he’s 18, isn’t she too old for him? Or him too young for her? I know age is just a number, but there are certain limitations, right?
It’s best not to date younger than half your age plus seven. It works for all occasions.
If you had to choose one Republican candidate, who would it be?
Ron Paul. Not because I agree with him, but because I would love to see that kooky little Keebler Elf go up against Obama, make the general election a really weird conversation, and then lose.
What’s the difference between jealousy and envy?
Jealousy focuses on something you’re afraid to lose. Envy focuses on something you want to gain.
I can’t help but feel like sex is degrading to women.
That’s because you secretly hate both.
When does it stop being liberating, and start being misogynistic?
Is it rooted in a love of women or a hatred of women? Why can’t you tell the difference?
How do I reconcile the fact that I have an awesome boyfriend whom I love dearly, but who is lazy beyond belief and won’t get his act together? I want to conquer the world, but I feel anchored by his laziness.
Substitute “ex” for “awesome.” Boom. Reconciled.
How do you know if you have “the spark” or not?
Fire. Duh.
How do I find the beauty to become confident if I hate everything about myself?
You did not hate yourself as a child. Somewhere along the way, you learned how. Retrace your steps and unlearn. Forgive yourself, and get rid of the negativity.
What do I say to my friend who now wants to study homeopathy instead of nursing?
Tell your friend she’s diluted. (Get it? Deluded? Whatever. Your friend is a nutball.)
What do you do when someone demands that you do something completely nonsensical, defends it due to time constraints, and all because they didn’t listen to you two months ago during the planning phase?
Are they compensating you according to your agreement? If so, shut up and do your job. Otherwise, simply tell them no.
I can’t do it anymore.
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How to Work Anxiety into Your Whole Daily Routine
Getting ready for work. Examine any and all spots on your skin under a fluorescent light. They are definitely cancer. Poke at them and imagine some kind of terrifying biological process happening underneath. Think about your will.
Leaving the house. As you walk to your car, think about that article your mom had you read about serial killers. Is one watching you right now? Did they set a trap to pop your tires? As soon as you’re in the car, become certain that you left the burner on your stove on, even though you didn’t even use the stove this morning. Between that and your hair straightener, your house is sure to burn down today.
Drinking coffee. Wonder if you drank too much. Your heart is racing and you feel a little sweaty. What if you’re having a panic attack? A heart attack, even? Think about all your bad habits and what you would say to your mom if you had a heart attack in your twenties. How would you explain that?
Peeing. Ask yourself, “What if I’m dreaming right now? What if I’m totally laying in bed having a dream that I’m peeing but I’m actually peeing in bed?” Knock on things around you to assure yourself you’re awake.
Driving. At every intersection, picture an errant car missing a stop sign. Wonder what the driver that accidentally smashes into you was texting at that moment. Wonder what it feels like to crash at 30 mph.
Drinking. Wonder when the exact moment when your night will stop feeling so magnetic and you’ll have the sudden need to sleep. Worry that you won’t notice it and you’ll keep drinking and end up with a huge hangover. Think about people who are so drunk they slur and worry you’ll do that. Worry so much about getting a taxi at bar close that you leave 2 hours early.
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WHO KEEPS UNFOLLOWING ME?! I suppose it can’t be the same person again and again, but is my blog becoming boring?! TELL ME PEOPLE! WHY DO YOU NOT WANT TO BROWSE THE MOST CRISPY OF ALL SEALS
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Sidney Poitier & Diahann Carroll. Bois de Boulogne. Paris. 1961.
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