Stupid Hats

Can I just take a minute to talk about how much I hate those hats with the hole on top that everyone seems so excited about? Because I really fucking hate them. Maybe ‘hate’ is a strong word, and maybe it’s silly to feel so strongly about hats, but I hate them, and can we stop calling them hats? Because they’re not really hats. They’re some weird, unnecessary hybrid of hat and headband.

If you’re not sure what I’m talking about, it’s called a ‘Messy Bun Hat’. You can Google it. Or… here’s a bunch of patterns.

You’re probably wondering why I hate them so much. Oh boy, let me tell you.

First of all. I hate the way they look. Is it a hat? It looks like it’s not finished. Why isn’t it finished? I mean, I understand the struggle of wanting to wear a hat without messing up your hair. Especially when your hair is in a bun or a ponytail. But here’s the thing – you can wear a headband. You know the ones. The big wide headbands that keep your ears warm without covering or messing up your hair. Yeah. They already exist. And people are losing their minds over these fucking hats. Hats that will actually kinda mess up your hair anyway. Have you ever actually had to pull a ponytail or a bun through a hole in the back of your hat? Like a baseball cap? Half the time, you have to adjust your hair so it fits through the hole in the right place and it pulls on your hair and your shit gets all messed up. So, if you really want to keep your ears warm and your hair in a bun, please, for the love of Spock, just wear a headband. I’ll even make you one.


Can’t Win ‘Em All

After my last post about having a rough day, that day turned into a few days and I decided to be a hermit. I couldn’t figure out just why I was having such a hard time, but as it turns out, when a depression-induced bad day happens to collide with a hormone-induced bad day, I basically become a rolling dumpster fire of emotions. So, that’s been a fun ride. Generally, these things don’t happen often and I’m able to maintain a pretty functional life, even with my sometimes-not-very-functional brain. I’m pretty thankful for that. And I’m even more thankful that I have a bunch of lovely humans  in my life to offer hugs and encouragement and love and chocolate and space-if-I-want-it and understanding and compassion.

At this point, I’ve missed a few days of my Thirty Day Challenge. I’m not super stoked about that but I’ll be adding those missed days at the end. So it’ll still be thirty posts. Just not in thirty consecutive days. Ah well. You can’t win ’em all.

I’m Having a Day

I’m having all the anxiety today. All of it. I’m worried about work, and Trump, and America, and healthcare coverage for Americans, and my own health, and ohmygawd my knees hurt, and are they hurting more than usual?? and should I be concerned that my knees are hurting more than usual? and I should drink more water because it’s good for my joints and I’m probably destroying my joints by not drinking enough water, and SHIT! I need to check my email, and what if I can’t figure out what to write in my blog today, if I don’t post something today then I fail at my own writing challenge and I fail as a writer and GAHHH! Oy with the poodles already!


And Now, For Something a Little Lighter…

The world is getting me down a little bit. So I made a list of things that are making me smile.

Dark chocolate with sea salt.
White string lights.
Peppermint tea.
Petting dogs.
Plants. All the plants.
Uncovering the many levels of my boyfriend’s nerdery.
Learning about weird medical stuff.
Phone chats with faraway friends.
Snuggling in bed.
Lodestar by Sarah Harmer.
The smell of used bookstores.
Peanut butter toast.
Breakfast foods.

Agree to Disagree…or maybe not.



I’ve seen this image and others like it, all over the place. A fair few friends have attempted to send the message of “agree to disagree”. Normally, I would share in that sentiment – I can be a pretty diplomatic person and I understand that lots of folks have lots of different view points. I have friends and family at all different points on the political spectrum and we can generally all get along just fine. But, as it turns out, I have a line. And the line is Donald Trump.
I want to be clear: this line that I have is not about liberal vs conservative. It’s not about democrat vs republican. It’s not about left wing vs right wing. The line is about something much more human and personal for me. While I can agree to disagree on a number of topics, I simply can not when it comes to Trump. The second I hear someone supporting Trump, I no longer trust that person. And here’s why:
Trump has openly and publicly condoned and encouraged sexual assault and he has spread an awful lot of hate, racism, misogyny, homophobia, and general douche-baggery. It’s baffling to me that an intelligent individual can hear the things he has said and still think that he is a decent human being who is fit to run a country. If an individual can knowingly put their trust in someone so hateful, I can no longer put my trust in that individual. I can no longer trust that person’s judgement, or the decisions they make that affect other people, and I certainly can’t trust my relationship with that person.
To still support Trump tells me a lot about what you think is okay in the world. To still support a man who condones sexual assault tells me that you think sexual assault is okay. To still support a man who spreads hate tells me that you think hate is okay. To still support a man who is racist, misogynist, and homophobic tells me that you think racism, misogyny, and homophobia are okay. And they are anything but okay.
As an openly queer woman, as a victim of violence and sexual harassment, as a descendant of immigrants, I refuse to let these things slide. And as a human being, I’m offended that I’m expected to. So, no. No, I will not agree to disagree on this one.