It’s true. I am generally the coolest girl in any room. And I do hate Vice and Cobrasnake.
Hilarious, even with the sound off.
Ugh. Sorry. I got a little serious there.
Now, to cleanse our palatte, a post about one of the most sacred institutions in this great land.
That’s right. I’m talkin’ ’bout the glossy lip balm.
Ah, the glossy lip balm. Sometimes they are also tinted, often flavored. But these are the workhorses of any good girl’s makeup bag.
They have been a staple of mine since, oh, I’d say 1994, when I, along with pretty much every other sixth grader at Grand Blanc Middle School became obsessed with this specific kind, whose name I cannot remember, but look back upon with great fondness.
I had two flavors, peppermint and watermelon. Peppermint had red and white lip balm swirled together and watermelon was pink and green. They were shaped like bullets (real bullets, not lipstick bullets) and they were AMAZING.
There have been other wonderful lip balms in my arsenal in the interceding years. I remember one in a long, black stick that tasted like delicious tutti fruitti candy. And, let’s face it, there are some pretty awesome ones on the market right now. C.O. Bigelow’s Mentha lip shines, Neutrogena lip tints and MAC’s tendertones are all solid players in my makeup bag.
But there are days when I want to reach into my pocket and pull out that swirlly bullet and bask in the candycane goodness of glossy red lips. A marathon game of Sardines isn’t out of the question, either.
I don’t veer into politics much around these parts. Politics are emotional and people have very strong feelings and I prefer to focus on things that everyone can agree on, like how Katie Perry is dumb and pie is awesome.
But you know that old saying, the personal is political? Yeah, sometimes it does apply. And right now it applies to some of my favorite people in the world.
Click on through to see President-elect Barack Obama address an issue that is dividing our country, pitting neighbor against neighbor, father against son, mother against daughter.
There are some people I inexplicably like, in spite of the fact that they have very little talent. One of these people in Zooey Deschanel.
She’s not that good. And I feel like I should be annoyed by her because she’s that Bohemian Hipster It Girl that we’re all supposed to hate, but I don’t. She’s cute and she seems like she’d be fun to hang out with. She was in “Elf.” She likes to sing and she seems to have fun in life. And she has great bangs. So…soft spot.
But someone I hate for (I think) completely justifiable reasons? Katie fucking Perry.
Things I like:
So when I heard that now President-elect Barack Obama had shared his family recipe for chili, well, I knew what I was eating on Election Night.
But here’s the thing. Obama is a team player. He listens to the people around him, even those who disagree with him. Team of Rivals is one of his favorite books. So I say this with great respect: Barry, maybe you should have worked with a team on this chili.
Not that it isn’t good. It’s a great start for some phenomenal chili. The ingredients reflect Obama’s childhood in the Pacific Islands, but if there’s anything I learned from his chili recipe, it’s that No Drama Obama is not a fan of heat. So, if you read on, I’ll break down how Obama and I teamed up to make some amazing Election Night chili.
And there are no pictures because it was so good I just started eating.