Left, @femmempathy, Hard Femme Nightmare.
Right, @roundtop, Gal Pal Grunge (shirt courtesy of @autostraddle)
We woke up like this.
love it!
The cycle looks like this: try a new indie app that seems innovative and pretty; fall in love with said indie app; indie app gets acquired (yay indie app, your creators have fistfuls of money now! Good for them!); larger company keeps indie app running for a few months; larger company quietly shutters indie app, cannabilizes its best features for an ultimately inferior product or redirects the company altogether; I search for a new indie app to fall in love with because WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?
How’s your holigay shopping going? Beth wants to commiserate about lines, celebrate good finds, and talk all things gift-buying with you in this week’s OPEN THREAD!
This isn’t a coming-of-age story about being one person and then becoming someone else. It’s a wild ride through heaven and hell, from Boston to New York, through bar fights and blue pills, that reminds us all that we’re just as much the people we were in the bad times as the good, that we’re our ugly and our beautiful, that we’re both dark and light, and that those things never change. Even when we’re grown up. Even when the story ends.
God you’re such a champion! Look at this champion, everyone! This could be you! This could be all of us! The rising tide of how great this person is doing will lift all boats! Mazel tov!
Cat Lady awakes to the sound of birds outside her window, happily chirping from the belly of her cat birdhouse. She lifts her head off her galaxy cat pillow and checks the cat clock on her wall. It’s late afternoon. Cat Lady doesn’t care. She stretches lazily, admires the minimalist black cat print hanging over her bed, then silently pads across the floor to her bathroom.
A midnight blue cat stares at her from the wall. Is the 28′ x 36′ cat decal too much for the space? Should she have gone for the smaller size? No, thinks Cat Lady, pulling back her super kitty shower curtain. It’s exactly right. Cat Lady considers drawing a bubble bath, but decides against it. She hates taking baths; wet hair is the worst. Instead, Cat Lady grabs a robe off of her cat wall hook and heads over to her dresser.
Out of the corner of her eye, Cat Lady glimpses a piece of artwork she hung long ago. “I’m going to become a cat lady,” it reads. Cat Lady smiles. She has arrived.