I've got a new essay out there on the internet: "Cooking for One: You're Totally Worth It" is up at Burlesque Press, a new website I've mentioned before. (Good writers write there. I'm happy to be in their company! Check out Meredith King's piece on Valentine's Day; it's feminist theory-meets-pop culture fantastic, much like the author herself.)
If you read my essay and you like it, please share it with others using whatever sharing technology you have: Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, a printed copy, a handwritten copy on a napkin. Your choice! I prefer the napkin method myself. It goes with the theme.
Also, on a completely unrelated note, I bought a pair of Gap City Flats yesterday. They're flats with a lot of padding and elastic all around the rim; they feel like house slippers. I love them. Unlike other flats, they are not chafing my heels or squeezing the joint below my big toe. I don't care what the reviewers on the Gap's website have to say about the shabby quality of these shoes. I bought these babies full price (which I very rarely do) (also, they cost too much for what they are) because I needed flats that wouldn't hobble me that I could wear without stockings. I've been wearing them all day and they don't hurt at all. They're like those Sam & Libby shoes that were popular when I was a little girl--where did they go? I'd still buy them!--but better. If you have oddly sensitive feet like I do, bunions, or weirdly-shaped feet, I'd suggest trying them out.
I will let you know in a month if they've fallen apart.
(And, of course, this is not a sponsored post. I don't write those. If I did, I'd say so!)
New department store clothes cost a crazy amount of money. So do clothes in stores like J. Crew ($130 for a pencil skirt on sale?! what???) and Banana Republic (I may have blacked out after looking at a price tag). Why would a plain white, button-down, short sleeved cotton blouse cost $50? Tell me that, Express. I suppose I've become used to thrift store and discount downmarket outlet shopping because I was clutching my chest after surreptitiously checking out price tags at the mall, trying not to look like a cheapass, but failing.
Also, I need a plain white button-down blouse and a black one, too. I shopped for over an hour and left with the aforementioned flats and a black t-shirt. I'm going to end up wearing a sheet to work because I have no summer-appropriate work shirts.