Three random thoughts – my version of Fig’s infamous “bits and pieces” posts. I’m totally wiped out, but refrain from rants about how no, editorial have ZERO control over ad placement, no matter how inappropriate or distasteful you find a particular campaign. In fact, we hate advertising as much as you do. And yes, like everyone else, we are overworked and understaffed, so when our site lags under heavy traffic or other news falls somewhat by the wayside, pause before firing off hate mail.
- Is there anything more traumatic than getting a passport photo taken? In comparison, I look like bloody Elle Macpherson on my driver’s licence. And seeing as the kindly old Chinese lady was able to edit my photo to give me perfect skin with a tweak of the lighting levels after the fact, I don’t see why she had to ask me to blot my face before snapping the picture. (In my teens I had super oily, shiny skin. Now I have desert-dry skin that I have to moisturise like a mofo: end result, I still shine like an oil slick. NO FAIR).
- I don’t understand how T’s work shirts always get so dirty. It’s not like he works with steel anymore; he works with brand new, packaged products. I don’t believe in laundry products, beyond basic powder and fabric softener, but I think I may have to suck it up and buy some Napisan.
- Totally not looking forward to the meeting of families. I had kind of figured this would wait until we eventually organised some kind of engagement party, but apparently I thought wrong. I figure it can’t be too bad; I’ve already been threatened with exclusion from the will, and had to listen to hateful rants about solo mothers, and that was years ago. What more can happen? I guess T’s afraid of any foot-in-mouth statements on his side, and I’m afraid of getting some righteous lecture via email the next day about marrying into white trash. Which side would you rather be on – the judgey side, or the other side?