Emails With Friends: International Incident

“I’m just trying to stay awake. Last night was a stupid string of stupid decisions and as a result I didn’t really sleep.”
“That first sentence just screams for further details.”
“No, last night was actually boring and stupid. But let’s invent an alternate narrative involving helicopters, Versace dresses, and Vladimir Putin. And then, as a result, Greece collapsed.”
“I support this in it’s totality.”
– Katarina an C.

Friday Links

“This is my doctrine: Give every other human being every right you claim for yourself.”
― Robert G. Ingersoll, The Liberty of Man, Woman and Child

Long week, major milestones hit on all my projects, good friends in town from abroad, good news. Happy Friday!

Drafting this up as I read and watch the outcome of the Supreme Court ruling that marriage is marriage, whichever the partners. The last paragraph of the ruling in particular is making the rounds with good reason. As has been quoted, the arc of the moral universe bends towards justice.

Beautiful images of a horrific practice.

The email gods have heard us.

Into the Gloss’ “Top Shelfie” posts are always great but this one is almost painfully fabulous.

In other beauty news, the tyranny of disaster films must end.

Might need this.



Pitcairn has a fascinating (and troubled) history. It has now passed a law (which I’m in favor of, by the way) for its 48 residents that applies to none of them.

In case you were wondering.

To the library!

I have demanded this before, and I demand it again: how do people misplace this stuff?!

Emails With Friends: Natural Barriers

“And if I see one more person being like “buuuuut caitlyn jenner” I’m going to use this plastic knife as a shiv and end it.”
“One of the great benefits of the Atlantic Ocean is how much US news drowns in it on the way over.”
-Katarina and C. 

Not that it isn’t an important story, and I’m solidly on #TeamCaitlin…but I do like how much gets filtered.


Friday Links

“On Friday night, I was reading my new book, but my brain got tired, so I decided to watch some television instead.”
― Stephen Chbosky

Another long, hard, but good week. Another set of weekly links for your delectation!


Not sure if the grunts (chanting? Who knows?) is useful, but otherwise, relevant to my interests.

100% here for this!

Equally here for this!

There are so many novel possibilities in this story.

How bad are things really, and have you ever wanted to bow out?

My favorite beauty site wades into the Dolezal story and the results are pretty great.

Tumblr find of the week. (h/t Katarina)

I’m currently neck deep in Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, so this is also highly relevant to my interests. What’s that? You aren’t watching it? GET EDUCATED.

We’ve hit some major milestones with student debt recently, but I still found this impactful.

Let’s call it what it is: terrorism.

Pretentious Thoughts on Turning 29

“The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.”
― Robert Frost

Granted I’m still in my 20s and therefore probably hilariously unqualified to make this statement, but I have zero problems with getting older.

I turned 29 at the start of the month and got a few friendly jibes about nearly being 30, which is no problem because most of my friends and acquaintances are hilarious and the puns were on point. But also, I’ve always looked forward to my 30s. I don’t know why, it just always seemed like a pretty decent decade to me, where in experience would be had and **** would be figured out, as they say.

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I’m not sure of achieving the latter in any notable way, but I’m still pretty positive that my 30s will hold a lot of good things that I’m looking forward to. I live in one of the world’s most incredible cities with a husband I’m rather partial to, we’re on our way out of student debt, in jobs that will turn into careers which we also happen to really like. I am infinitely more confident now than I was a decade ago, no doubt a result of being more skilled and technically intelligent. Getting older has come with some pretty great by products–a university degree, a good partner, almost ludicrously varied life experience, work skills, writing opportunities, travel… What on earth is there to be upset over about that? Wrinkles? Please!

Call me vain, but getting older also hold no fears thus far physically. Sure, I’ve already got some lines around my eyes started and still need to exercise more, but hand on my heart I can say that I look a lot better at 29 that I ever did at 19! I’ve never been hugely body-conscious, but neither have I been radically body confident, and I’m convinced that puberty is decently crummy all around on self-esteem. At 19 I still had a ton of teenage plumpness and, as a short girl, curves that were still not sure where they wanted to end up. At 29, things have settled down, symmetrically and largely without further incident. My figure and I fit each other (and probably more importantly, I’ve learned how to dress it. “Finally!” shouts my BFF from New York City who tried but failed to teach me the basics of hair care and style as early teenagers). I’ve grown into my own face. Or, perhaps this is all in my head and at 29 I simply care far less about what other people think about my looks and personality. This too is a delightful possibility.

I do not for one second subscribe to the idea that high school are college are the “best years of your life,” even if you have good experiences with them. I do not want to go back to being smaller (emotionally speaking, height-wise nothing has changed), dumber, narrower, less experienced, less confident, or less capable. I’m annoyed by social pressures, normally physical and largely directed towards women and girls, that make me feel like I’m supposed to stop, or worse turn back, the clock in some way.

Moving forward, I’ll get more wrinkles and my hair will go gray–I hope in patches so I can channel Stacey London. Or Cruella de Ville, whichever. I will wear bright lipstick until they nail my coffin down. I will keep learning to do things that feel beyond me. I may go back to school. I may have a family, if Jeff is persuasive enough. I will definitely get a dog. I will go fabulous places, both with my pretty awesome husband and by myself. I will keep doing work that intimidates me. I will probably be bad at most of these things at some point, and life will still tick on because I will also probably be good at some of them too.

The term “aging” needs to go. It’s called “living.”

Friday Links (Triumphant/Slinking Return Edition)

“Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.” 
― W.B. Yeats

Oh hi, kittens. Where have I been, you ask? Well, first Dublin, then turning 29, then working on a project I can’t talk about, and then working 14+ hour days this week on another project I can’t even talk about. You see my difficulty in communications, yes?

No? I am in disgrace? Very well, I shall try to begin making it up to you immediately. My first offering is an extra long Friday Links post for your delectation. Tell me what you’re getting up to this weekend, or offer your harshest abuse at my neglect, in the comments!

Dublin was a babe.

Dublin was a babe.


Where is everybody? An astrophysicist ponders Fermi’s paradox.

Why Addy matters.

Sensationalism of the Duggar case aside, sexual crime is so, so much more common than people thing. Sexual crime against children, horrifyingly so. And it hits far closer to home than most are willing to recognize.

This woman sounds like someone I’d like to have a long lunch with and just listen to talk.

Since I occasionally dabble in Mormon news, this story caught my attention.


I have so many thoughts about this story, it may have to form its own blog post, but I’m curious as to how US-based minions are thinking about it. Weigh in in the comments for me, please.

Let’s fight about this! Ranked wrong, right, or totally off base.


Tumblr find of the week. A writers life for me.

Seen Mad Max: Fury Road? Read these reviews.

Grace over at Culture Life talks language!

Marian Keyes says the term “chick-lit” needs to go. Since she’s written one of my favorite novels, I think she may be right.

Woof… No further commentary.

Kate Beaton is on the Mary Sue! Make haste!

Moral of the story: “Wear comfortable shoes, square your shoulders, and walk like you’ve been sent to murder Captain America.”

And speaking of Avengers, Mark Ruffalo takes on the “I’m not a feminist” crowd, with some help from Libby Ann Bruce. One of my particular pet peeves is any phrase that begins, “I’m not a feminist, but…” and then goes on to make some point about parity of opportunity, education, and rights. Hate to break it to you…

Emails With Friends: Novel Writing and Great Men of History

“Let’s go back in time and literally just be Lafayette. What a complete lunatic-slash-badass.”
“I love the stories of how people just went NUTS over him for well into the Victorian era!”
“Seriously though, “Hey, I’m 17, let’s build a boat and go join another country’s revolution even though I don’t speak the language and know no one,” and then like a year later you’re a crucial strategist and George Washington is calling you his SON. I’ll take impossible YA premises for $1,000,000, Alex.”
-Katarina and C.