I just stumbled upon this site, How to argue for smartasses.
Why oh why did I not know about you years ago? I would have gotten through so many more graduate school parties with considerably more fun and less coke.
Consider this your survival manual. Pure absolute genius.
However, the Marxist has often said this in his own little way, that most people don't really know what they are talking about and you are very smart.
But this I would have shrunk down to wallet size and carried around with me.
Ironically, I actually do know Latin. Honor society even!
Friday, March 13, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
Yes, I do deserve it. I just can't fucking afford it.
Women's magazines never cease to amaze me. I read them from time to time, as they are my mindless self indulgence. However, their reports on money in the difficult economy is disheartening and foolish.
I spent a couple of hours on Self magazine's website reading tips for how to get financially fit. Amazing.
"How I Finally Got Control of My Money" is a series of anecdotes from famous women regarding their personal finances.
Really Susan Cheever it wasn't until your 40s that you realized money did not come out of the faucet?
I loved the story about the woman, just letting herself go so she wouldn't be such a tightwad. Her grand total for her "crazy" year? $80,000, including to her defense, food and child care. That is more than twice what I make in a year. But I don't have a child.
So what does this mean? Why are we still encouraged to spend, spend, spend? A recent interior design magazine defending its decision to have a lavish spread on a luxury kitchen. I agree with its point that the magazine went to print after the economic crisis (even though its been pending for years and getting decidedly worse in the upcoming months) but then when answering the question of How can you run a story about a $50,000 kitchen, the response was being in these difficult economic times, you need something nice to cheer you up.
Okay, let's talk about the things I definitely need. I need air. That's free, so even though I live in smog ridden Los Angeles, I'm pretty much guaranteed to get it. I need water; even though my Brita just broke, I'll still drink my SaMo tap. I need food; it got a little lean the last few months, but farmer's markets and Trader Joe's abound. I need shelter; thank you rent control. I need a job because I need money, ostensibly for things I do not need such as a car, but I need transportation, cell phone, bills which I need to pay. I'm willing to say I need health insurance, thankfully I have a policy with my job.
You know, I'm pretty sure that no matter the magnitude of the financial crash, I will never need a $50,000 kitchen. Thank god I crossed that shit off my list. Now I have this extra $50,000 just lying around. Carelessly, I might add. Someone might trip over it.
Hmm, maybe I will use it to make up the difference in pay scale between me and my theoretical male co-worker, or use it to pay for anything medical that my insurance doesn't cover, oh yeah and a designer bag. I'm getting kinda depressed about my financial situation. What I make barely covers my lean expenses, credit card debt, and student loans. Actually, it doesn't cover it at all. I got a third job. Hmm, maybe I do need that $50,000 kitchen.
How is this helping me and the majority of women reading these magazines? Who fucking cares about Chloe? We can't speak French.
http://www.self.com/health/2009/01/financial-guide
I spent a couple of hours on Self magazine's website reading tips for how to get financially fit. Amazing.
"How I Finally Got Control of My Money" is a series of anecdotes from famous women regarding their personal finances.
Really Susan Cheever it wasn't until your 40s that you realized money did not come out of the faucet?
I loved the story about the woman, just letting herself go so she wouldn't be such a tightwad. Her grand total for her "crazy" year? $80,000, including to her defense, food and child care. That is more than twice what I make in a year. But I don't have a child.
So what does this mean? Why are we still encouraged to spend, spend, spend? A recent interior design magazine defending its decision to have a lavish spread on a luxury kitchen. I agree with its point that the magazine went to print after the economic crisis (even though its been pending for years and getting decidedly worse in the upcoming months) but then when answering the question of How can you run a story about a $50,000 kitchen, the response was being in these difficult economic times, you need something nice to cheer you up.
Okay, let's talk about the things I definitely need. I need air. That's free, so even though I live in smog ridden Los Angeles, I'm pretty much guaranteed to get it. I need water; even though my Brita just broke, I'll still drink my SaMo tap. I need food; it got a little lean the last few months, but farmer's markets and Trader Joe's abound. I need shelter; thank you rent control. I need a job because I need money, ostensibly for things I do not need such as a car, but I need transportation, cell phone, bills which I need to pay. I'm willing to say I need health insurance, thankfully I have a policy with my job.
You know, I'm pretty sure that no matter the magnitude of the financial crash, I will never need a $50,000 kitchen. Thank god I crossed that shit off my list. Now I have this extra $50,000 just lying around. Carelessly, I might add. Someone might trip over it.
Hmm, maybe I will use it to make up the difference in pay scale between me and my theoretical male co-worker, or use it to pay for anything medical that my insurance doesn't cover, oh yeah and a designer bag. I'm getting kinda depressed about my financial situation. What I make barely covers my lean expenses, credit card debt, and student loans. Actually, it doesn't cover it at all. I got a third job. Hmm, maybe I do need that $50,000 kitchen.
How is this helping me and the majority of women reading these magazines? Who fucking cares about Chloe? We can't speak French.
http://www.self.com/health/2009/01/financial-guide
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