this is funny

If you haven’t read the most recent CNN piece by Sara Benincas, I think you should. If you’re female that is.

She’s a writer and comedian who frankly reminds me a lot of me, based on the zero times I’ve met her and a quick assessment of her writing.

In her opinion piece, I’m shocked! Beauty ads lie? she highlights legal activity in the UK surrounding apparent false claims by L’Oreal with regard to product effectiveness.

Here’s my favorite excerpt:

[…] Now I don’t know how effective The Eraser actually is. And quite frankly, I want nothing to do with a product called Teint Miracle. But I am shocked — shocked! — that L’Oreal, the company behind both brands, had the audacity to imply via advertising that its products would achieve a cosmetic effect that might not be 100% guaranteed to make me look like a movie staaah.

The most ironic part of this whole thing is that the complaint was initially raised by the person who co-founded the Campaign for Body Confidence – not by a competitor. Could that be because they ALL make insanely exaggerated claims?


this is what it looks like…

…When a private investigator interviews you at your kitchen table. On a Tuesday. For two hours.

We witnessed a pretty bad car accident in March. A private investigator used my 911 call and description of my car to find us. It was quite stealthy. Much like my super secret photo taking skills during the interview.


keeping abreast of haboobs

Oh no. Really? Seems the peanut gallery in Arizona has made it all the way to the NY Times with their misguided opinions.

PHOENIX — The massive dust storms that swept through central Arizona this month have stirred up not just clouds of sand but a debate over what to call them […]

“I am insulted that local TV news crews are now calling this kind of storm a haboob,” Don Yonts, a resident of Gilbert, Ariz., wrote to The Arizona Republic after a particularly fierce, mile-high dust storm swept through the state on July 5. “How do they think our soldiers feel coming back to Arizona and hearing some Middle Eastern term?”

I appreciate any effort to make life more comfortable for any member of the military, but this is a slippery slope. Just wait, it gets even closer to crazy town:

Diane Robinson of Wickenburg, Ariz., agreed, saying the state’s dust storms are unique and ought to be labeled as such.

“Excuse me, Mr. Weatherman!” she said in a letter to the editor. “Who gave you the right to use the word ‘haboob’ in describing our recent dust storm? While you may think there are similarities, don’t forget that in these parts our dust is mixed with the whoop of the Indian’s dance, the progression of the cattle herd and warning of the rattlesnake as it lifts its head to strike.”

So we’re not using a middle eastern term to avoid offending those who’ve served in Afghanistan and Iraq, but we’re ok referring to Native Americans as Indians? This country is a giant melting pot and always has been. The sooner we learn to live with each others’ cultural differences, the better a chance we have to not destroy ourselves.

But fortunately, the voice of reason prevails:

Not everyone was put out by the use of the term. David Wilson of Goodyear, Ariz., said those who wanted to avoid Arabic terms should steer clear of algebra, zero, pajamas and khaki, as well. “Let’s not become so ‘xenophobic’ that we forget to remember that we are citizens of the world, nor fail to recognize the contributions of all cultures to the richness of our language,” he wrote.

Thank you David Wilson of Goodyear, my guess is you would do quite well on Jeopardy. And to all our news media covering desert weather, you have every right to get excited about a haboob. It’s fun to say and one of the few things you’ll ever get to cover outside of sunshine.


Girlfriend is a term that can refer to either a female partner in a non-marital romantic relationship or a female non-romantic friend that is closer than other friends. Refers to the people you can share everything with and who’ll be there through the good, the bad and the fucking excellent – not just significant, but essential. 

1. It doesn’t matter if you’re full or sick; never make a friend eat or drink alone.
2. Don’t tag a friend in any undesireable pictures on Facebook; her parents and coworkers appreciate being guarded from bar festivities.
3. When a friend complains about [insert one] work, significant other, finances, lack of ‘anything to wear,’ etc, always agree. Playing devil’s advocate is over rated.
4. Support any plans for impromptu road trips, wine nights or hair color changes.
5. Always be honest about the presence of food in teeth or a forgotten button.
6. Be on call to house sit and babysit (and phone sit when there’s a drunk dial risk)
7. Don’t lie, cheat or steal.
8. Share your lip gloss, sunscreen, drink and purses, but not your political views.
9. Never let money be an issue.
10. Know when to apologize and when to forgive and when to shut up.


words to live by

Take your work seriously. Take your health seriously. Don’t take yourself seriously.

When I see someone get upset over something that doesn’t have life-threatening repercussions, I typically want to hit them with a Whac-A-Mole mallet. Not because they aren’t entitled to whatever they want to feel – we all have our own scales of reality, but because 95 percent of the time it’s over something absurdly insignificant.

And yes, I’m guilty of doing this almost daily.

But in a more perfect world, we’d be rejoicing over the silly things that bring us to tears, rather than letting them ruin our day.

In the past few years, I’ve seen friends and loved ones suffer and prevail through unbelievable circumstances. I’ve seen the loss of parents, children and siblings. Battles with disease. The loss of jobs and homes. People persevere without pause through things I can’t imagine.

So my preachy thought of the day is that we all should think twice the next time we get upset, and consider how many people would run to trade places with us. Keep calm and carry on. Or, just panic, dumbass and behave like a headless chicken.

boiled frogs

This is an ominous title:

Is the Life You’re Living Worth the Price You’re Paying to Live It?

Well crap, I hope so. But what does that even mean?

Here’s an excerpt from the article by Tony Schwartz:

What toll does it take, over time, if you get too little sleep; skip breakfast or settle for something unhealthy; struggle with a relentlessly challenging commute; attend meeting after meeting with no breaks in between; pump yourself up through the day with multiple cups of coffee or sugary snacks; deal with hundreds of emails that accumulate in your inbox; remain at your desk for lunch if you eat lunch at all; push through fatigue in the afternoon; head home at night feeling exhausted, but continue to check email through the evening; work on the weekends; and limit your vacations to no more than a week or two, if you vacation at all?

Ok, I’m depressed, but intrigued. Go on…

Consider the story of the boiling frog. It may or may not be true, but the point it makes certainly is. Toss a frog into a pot of boiling water and it instinctively jumps out, self-protectively. Next, place the frog into a pot of cool water. Not surprisingly, it swims around, happily. Now heat the water up very gradually and what does the frog do? It acclimates to untenable circumstances — and slowly cooks. The frog doesn’t notice what’s happening to him, until it’s too late.

We’re experiencing the same phenomenon. Facing ever more demand, complexity and uncertainty, our initial response is to push ourselves harder and more relentlessly, without taking account of the costs we’re incurring.
Ok now I’m just disturbed thinking about the fact that people eat frogs. And that we boil our food alive? Not cool.

But aside from the intense intro to this article, it makes so darn valid points. And it made me wonder, at what point do we start feeling like this lifestyle was normal? It certainly wasn’t an overnight switch, but I can’t remember life before cubicle walls. (And I love my job – what is it like when you don’t even like what you do? My guess is you feel a bit like a boiled frog.)

If I had the words of wisdom to alleviate this problem, I’d probably be famous. But I don’t, so I’ll just let it serve as a friendly reminder that life is unpredictable and very few projects are worth being boiled over.

Schwartz concludes that:

At the emotional level, our core need is to feel safe, secure and valued. The most reliable way to ensure that happens is to move flexibly between valuing, appreciating and taking care of others — which builds trust and appreciation — and taking care of ourselves. One without the other is insufficient. We need to regularly refuel ourselves with positive emotions just as much as we need to renew ourselves physically.

The more attentive we are to meeting these core needs, the less likely we are to feel overwhelmed and exhausted, and the more sustainably high-performing we’re capable of becoming.

And I agree. But I’m willing to bet he’s skipped breakfast and lunch on more than one occasion.