Category Archives: minutiae

But first, this vital piece of nail polish information!

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Things are pretty much squared away at work, so I will be coming out of the closet re: moving plans pretty soon. But first —

Nicole by O.P.I., color “Blush of Adrenalin”. Best nail polish ever. I’m not a varnish snob or anything (except for the fact that in my head, I put on a British accent and call it “varnish”); in fact, I probably wear nail polish (varnish!) maybe four times a year. But when I find something I like, I can’t stop marveling at my luck. This stuff is perfect. It gives me Martha Stewart hands — no-nonsense yet beautiful, capable of primly folding a napkin or angrily thrusting hand gestures. It’s barely a color, which I like. It dries fast. It paints on thin, but the right kind of thin. It lasts for eight hundred years. It’s not too expensive.

Anyway. Roll the credits, this has been the first and hopefully last (not to mention unpaid and unsolicited) Supafine nail-grooming-related public service announcement ever. You’re welcome.

Not the first time my college minor made for awkward table conversation

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While dealing a hand of Midnight Baseball:

“So, tell me about ‘Gender Basics.’”

“Wha? Oh. It’s one of the old textbooks I’m selling on half.com.”

“Ah. And ‘Intercourse’? What’s that about?” (nudge nudge)

“Ha. Ha. Erm. Oh, you know, sex … thatpenetrationequalsrapeandsexisviolenceagainstwomen,* you know, that sort of thing.”

(Long pause mid-laugh, to try to digest such a summary, which did not match the expected answer of ‘How-to Book.’ Then —)

“Ah.” (knowledgably) “Feminism.” (arranges cards)

(Blankly) “Er. Well. No. … (grasping for a way to explain to a high-school chemistry teacher the concept of radical feminst theory as it intersects a pornographic culture) Hey, are there wilds in this hand?”

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*Okay, YOU try to explain Andrea Dworkin in one sentence.