Underneath my yellow skin

Category Archives: Musings

So what?

In the last post, I was talking about rules and why I don’t give a shit about them. I learned a new word today: contumacious. It means to be stubbornly or willfully disobedient to authority (usually in a legal sense). See also: anarchy. I don’t believe in anarchy, actually. I think it’s good to have… Continue Reading

Breaking the (unspoken) rules

One thing I have difficulty with is unspoken rules. It’s funny because when I read advice columns, there are always unspoken rules that commenters get/have that I don’t undrestand. Like there was a letter about celebrating a 30th birthday over at Slate, and one of the regular commenter was derisive about the idea of an… Continue Reading

On the contrary

I have a confession to make. I’m the ‘well, actually’ person whom everyone hates. I know better than to say it out loud…most of the time. But I think it often. Whether it’s something factual that someone else has gotten wrong or a thought that was, well, not well thought out–I have a voice in… Continue Reading

What’s in a name?

Today, two of the letter I’ve read have had to do with names. Or rather, one was an update on Ask A Manager about noames while the other was about something completely diffirent, but the Slate commenters made merciless fun of the names used.  And they weren’t even that odd. One was an unusual spelling… Continue Reading

Societal norms that need to die

Yesterday, I was talking about my frustrations with the BMI and fatphobia in general. The talk of diets and how women bond over moaning over how fat they were. Er, I did not talk about the last point, but it’s definitely a thing that happens. Not to mention talk about being ‘bad’ and ‘I shouldn’t’… Continue Reading