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Tuesday, October 7, 2014

When Consumer Research Turns to Cultural Research

In an effort to counteract a recent bout of consumer-itis I'm battling, I turned to Google to see whether or not my life would improve if I finally purchased the KitchenAid mixer I've been unreasonably coveting since my early 20s. I say “unreasonably” because, well, I guess I don't really actually know what to do with a mixer. I do know, however, that it is different than a blender.

I consulted Google. Because it's 2014. 




I didn't make it further than this because now all of the sudden I realize how much I want a crown. 

So, readers, here's the deal: don't you dare come commenting on my blog and bursting my bubble and telling me this is any other type of crown than the one I am daydreaming of


Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Links for Lazy Writers Like Me



Pictured here is Edie in her new back-to-school sweatshirt

Maps maps maps maps maps.

Perfect for my morbid voyeurism: A collection of posts all about how people spend money.

So maybe some of these are just a little bit sad, but I love them so so so much.

Okay, these dumb hippies are almost too much. Or probably that's just my jealousy speaking.

Miranda July is a cool, weird filmmaker/project doer. She's now released an app that could get pretty cool if enough people get involved.


Thursday, August 14, 2014

‘Til You Use Me Up

If you can successfully emotionally manipulate me, I say good on you. Well done. 

Like, if you're a couple, and you're 78 and 83 years old, and you're walking past me on the street holding hands and then you—the wife-half of this eternally dedicated partnership—turn to wipe a smidge of strawberry preserves from the snow-white whiskers of the husband-half of this eternally dedicated loyal forever coupling? I salute you. You have not tugged these strings in vain. 

However, if you are the director of the Sarah McLachlan animal cruelty video—or, for that matter, the producer of a Sarah McLachlan song: for shame. You are a monster, and you have made a mockery of my compa$$ion.  

And if you fall somewhere in between that spectrum, I think what I can offer you is a shrug and pat on the back.

Because I love and hate this so much that I think I've spun the pendulum back to love:

Because it's not coy or clever. Not even a little bit. It is blatantly manipulative—but its flagrance somehow counteracts any shame- or guilt-inducement. And frankly I just respect it.

And you better believe I tried to adopt that 2.5-lb. chihuahua, Wesley. I had already renamed him Atwood. Or maybe I was gonna keep the name Wesley.

Either way, I salute you, manipulator. Or maybe I just wanted that freakin dog.

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Kadyisms: Volume 38

“I don't know if I'm supposed to give up on love. Or if I should keep pursuing it.”

“Three years ago I was 34 and still really young.”

“I don't know why you're so bad at Kadyisms. All I know is that when I'm doing Summerisms, I listen for all the funny things and then I write them down.”

“Of course it has to be $h!t related!”