Though, to be fair, the 1970s were a pivotal time for women in America, and most young women/girls today truly don't have a clue about it.

Yes, but that's why we have Judy Blume...

Disturbing conversation here in the heartland:

Me: You know, if Hillary ends up president, there will be an entire generation with no recollection of a president that isn't a Bush or a Clinton.

Abi: raises hand bemusedly

Me: Shut up. You're going to make me not want to sleep with people your age.

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Consuela, congratulations. Not only have you rescued a beautiful dog, you appear to have rescued her from Neo-Nazis.

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Abi and I are going to go get Steak -n- Shake. I had a bagel with cream cheese for breakfast in New York, a dog with the works in Chicago for lunch, and now some hard core fast food for dinner in the heartland!!

oh, 'suela, great doggie! So cute.

KristinT, how do you get to work? Do you take 134-405 or do you go 110-10? I'm looking for the quickest route and I dunno which it is.

I'd say 110-10 Kat, except for at that hour you are stuck in rush hour traffic the whole way. What about surface streets? Is there a good route?

[eta: Oh, and before our walk we went to Bubby's (the Brooklyn branch) for brunch. NYCistas will recognize this as the restaurant where Teppy mocked us for our seasonal candy.]

Good times, good times.

So, ARE the Mallomars back yet? Has the annual Migration of the Mallomars returning from San Capistrano happened yet?

Oh, Steak n' Shake. I loved their placemats. Sniff.

I just had a minor meltdown upon hearing that my psychotic semi-boss is, in fact, trash-talking me to MY OWN FUCKING FRIENDS. Which is kinda funny in that she is that clueless, but on the other hand: wow, it's exciting to discover that as much as I hated her already, apparently I had a whole world of hate still in reserve.

So. Is anyone here self-employed/freelancing? Because at this point I'm really curious how much I need to earn from TWoP and such to be able to quit my job. I just cannot deal with this shit; it's making me crazy. Crazier.

I'm gonna schedule an appointment with my accountant, but some first-hand info would be useful so I know how (un?)realistic I'm being here while I'm freshly pissed off.

Steak -n- Shake was grand!

Alas, however, those bastards at Tiger Schulmann have ruined my iron stomach. Now that I've been healthy-ass work-out girl for the past six weeks I feel all bloated and burpy after eating a 'frisco melt, cheese fries and a double dark chocolate fudge shake.

I know Ginger is, Strega. She's been most generous with helpful information on another topic for me, so I'm guessing she'd be the same for you on this one. I think, though I could be wrong (stunning thought, I know), that she works on writery type things, even.

Thanks for that encouraging bookstore news, Tom! And Strega, freelancing is the second part of my scheme to open a bookstore and still support myself. I have a friend who's a freelance grant writer, and has more work than he wants.

I just babysat for a kid I never even saw -- he was asleep when I got there and stayed asleep the whole time! (I have seen him before.)

Oh, Steak n' Shake. I loved their placemats. Sniff.

I have been kicked out of Steak n' Shake so many times for disorderly conduct. Never when drunk, though! The first time it happened I was 17 or 18 and we'd just come from seeing a production of Jesus Christ Superstar.

I get nervous when I go into a Steak n' Shake now, because past experience indicates that 75% of the time they'll boot me out before I finally get my fries and my chocolate shake. Maybe if it didn't take an hour to get served we wouldn't have to amuse ourselves.

JenP & Jesse -- Oh, that's reassuring, thank you. I'm all sleep-deprived and pissed-off and bleh. And I feel bad even asking for assistance when I have not been here much lately, on account of being too sleep-deprived and pissed-off to participate.

I should probably go sleep now. And see if I'm still pissed tomorrow, and if so what my actual questions are. I know I don't earn enough now to quit the day job, but it's a "if I quit the day job and had more time for other jobs, how much would I need to do to pay for health insurance & such?" issue. And there's math there, and I'm rambling, so, yeah, I should sleep before trying to think about that.

Pardon my venting.