Well, my sister just turned 50, so now I feel old-ish. It's weird to think that the person who made me pick up a bee when I was, like, four years old because 'bees our are friends', and then it stung me and I cried, and who did the crazy, sneak-up-and-scream in my ear and/or fart loudly behind me is now overly middle-aged.
Could the person who used to pinch clothes from my closet (I was twelve, she was twenty) really be a fully fledged fifty-year-old adult? Never mind her age--20, 50--she shouldn't have taken my stuff without asking. It's not like I would have said 'yes' had she actually asked. She probably knew that, and thought it best to dispense with the whole ask-because-it's-polite thing.
I had a favorite top that she 'liberated' from my room and wore to 'picture day' at her job. She came over--I think she'd moved out/almost moved out of the house by this point--and showed off her pic. And, what do you know, she's wearing my panda top. I remember thinking: wait a minute! That's my top! All the countless other things I'm sure she also borrowed were never documented in such a way, so I can only speculate what all else she thought was appropriate to wear from a 12-year-old's closet. -rainbow shirt with unicorn on it? -my zodiac sign jersey with purple sleeves? She could have nicked those, too, and I'll never know.
I know it's a new year, new leaf, new attitude, and new what-not, but I can't shake feeling bugged about the same old things. Here...
Last night, a group of women (& one 'male ally') met up to make Jan 21 march signs at the local offices of an organization dedi...
Reading first-hand accounts by women who were preyed upon by Weinstein has sparked some memories of my own. I have never had a massive dud...