World's smallest woman. Two feet tall! So damned tiny! And great smile. But do yourself a favour and skip the comments.
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
drugs? oh misread.
Huh, in an interesting and not at all unappreciated change of events, mac has decided to be excited and assist in putting up the tree. Highlights thus far include him swinging his santa hat around while singing "I whip my hair back and forth" also wrapping himself in lights and saying "I'm a fashionista" Now we listening to Christmas music and finishing the lights on the tree, tomorrow ornaments.
Dear mac,
Good work tonight. Please keep this up for 30 or so more years.
Love, Sue
Again, you are welcome to move in and or buy a place down the street. I will do house repairs and yard work.
World's smallest woman. Two feet tall! So damned tiny! And great smile.
Heck of a smile, indeed! Aw.
Okay, so I posted on the blog of the woman who mentioned that thing about dreadlocks, and then got into an argument with her, where she said things like "How do you know American people with dreadlocks got the idea from Jamaica?" Uh, then why did they take the Jamaican name? Lots of other people dreaded their hair, but it seems pretty simple to tie the upsurge in Western popularity to Bob Marley, etc.
Anyway, we were just yelling past each other, so I stopped.
Reason I got to her blog in the first place was because another post of hers was crossposted to Jezebel, and she came to Jez to see the response. Which was largely negative because she was a white privilege-ridden patronising douche. And she found my comments and lit into me again, as well as whining at a bunch of other people and insisting she had hood cred. Because hood=black people, obvs.
Anyway, I saw *another*, unrelated irritating blog post that stereotypes black women thoughtlessly, and lo and behold, she's a commenter on it, saying it's really funny, and some of them are *spot* *on* for black women.
I can't believe she thinks she's on our side. Nobody wants her on their side. She's not even good enough for the racists.
I was hampered for some time by thinking that was a gecko.
ME TOO.
I can't believe she thinks she's on our side. Nobody wants her on their side. She's not even good enough for the racists.
This is why I ran my Chuck D essay by a bunch of black male friends. I am terrified of being her. For serious. The blinders.
you could never be her Allyson. like never ever.
Yeah, I was stuck on iguana and didn't get it. Thanks.
Ha! This was my issue as well.
I had an action packed day (5 mile run/walk, big brunch, shopping, cookie dough making) and have kind of fallen apart at the end here. Went to the restaurant around the corner and took two bites of my meal and felt nauseous. (Not the meal's fault!) Was able to hang on until Bob finished and came home. Now I am on the couch and the nausea has subsided but ugh! I really rarely get nauseous and NOT FUN! Also, getting sick now would be pretty inconvenient.