When I moved to Brooklyn and starting working in publishing, everyone warned me that adopting a cat was inevitable, but I shrugged them off (didn’t they know I was a dog person?). But the truth was, my salary could barely sustain me and my book-buying habits, much less another living being, cat or dog.
Then I discovered the ASPCA’s foster pet program, which seemed too good to be true.
I made the mistake of revisiting my New Year “action Items” the other day. Since we’re almost halfway through the year, I thought it was a good idea to check my progress on the goals I had made for 2014. Nestled in between “lose all the weight I gained from emotionally eating my way through a job that made me cry every day before work” and “floss every day” was this: Have one friend, couple, or group of friends over for dinner once a month.
I chose Montreal because I could get there by train: the trip is scenic in its own right, winding up through the Hudson Valley and traveling parallel to Lake Champlain.
I love reading and watching books, TV shows, and movies, and engaging in the fandom thereof. “Fandom” being all the nerdy, excited parts connected to a thing you love: the watching and re-watching, the detailed analysis, the talk of Hogwarts Houses and Reichenbach Fall theories, and the swag. Oh, the swag. The excitement of a new TV season or movie in a franchise becomes tangible with a fandom purchase. Fandom is exciting and weird, and like your decisions paying for vacation, housing, and food, very personal. Part of being in fandom as a grown-up is no longer having to justify your fandom purchases to anyone. Instead, it’s a question of moderation, because there’s just so much you can spend your hard-earned cash on. Take for instance…
There is slathering, and then there is SLATHERING. The internet / the universe / humanity received a beautiful gift yesterday via the New York Times, and it came in the form of Martha Stewart sharing a painstaking list of every single product she puts on her face and body.
We rounded up a bunch of our pals from around the Internet and asked them how they’re spending their Thanksgivings.
How’d you spend your last $100, Spenser?
$0. I went to this hair school to get my hair dyed for free because that is a thing they do. I was excited! But then they said I couldn’t because my hair was too grey to work for this particular free coloring of hair opportunity. This made me feel bad about myself.