bliss, ish
Jan. 1st, 2019 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7the cure for terrible menstrual cramps that have been seizing my back, mostly, is one I've just discovered: open a bottle of sparkling wine and spend the six hours of a lazy morning and midday splitting it with your fella, sometimes with orange-mango juice added and sometimes without.
I've got two loads of laundry done, my retirement portfolio rebalanced (Dude has been freaking out lowkey about this for a couple of years as he #1 ages and #2 watches ageism in his industry fail to improve) with room for us to invest in improvements to the house over the coming year (this is mostly done with his money, but I imagine what it would be like if I earned money, sometimes, and it's a pleasant fantasy; I cover my expenses at least), and put the new sheets I bought Dude for Christmas onto the bed, with help from him and the cat. I've also designed a new wallet-thing to hold my battery bank and cables, so I'll have the cables for my new phone and the various appliances that require the cords that my old phone is compatible with, sigh, though I haven't yet even picked out fabric to make it. (It can be made from scraps, so that's easy.)
I'm going to make my mother a small embroidery, text-only, so I have to still do that but as I've scaled down the idea, I'll probably scale down the project.
Maybe I could make it a change purse or something. It would be nice to construct a functional object instead of just a decorative one. Although, I mean. Why not; she's got room in her life for simply decorative things too.
This is quite pleasant champagne, but I must find the one we had at Friendsmas again-- I think it was Konstantin Frank's, and it was a little sweeter but very crisp and I liked it immensely. I think this is Hunt Country, which is fine. By the way I absolutely love the locavore trend because it means I can say snootily "oh I prefer local vintages" and instantly not have to think so hard about literally anything; with the Finger Lakes right there, and a few rebels from the Welch's collectives, I can just restrict myself to oh like a hundred wineries, and not really be missing much. I have over the years grown quite fond of the Finger Lakes sweet whites and dry reds, and the rest isn't so awful you can't learn to like it just fine.
It's not that I can't afford Champagne (I can't), it's that I'm supporting the local food scene.
I am exceedingly privileged to have had some pretty high-quality introductions to becoming pretentiousness-proofed at a pretty young age; it's a fundamental of adulthood that some people are never given, and I wish I could, like, pass it on. How Not To Be In The Slightest Bit Impressed By Snootiness: The Inside Scoop. Step 1: go to a really posh boarding school and see what idiots most of them are firsthand. Step 2: see why their manners are the way they are. Step 3: learn how to talk about just about anything. Step 4: never be caught out by any of their stupid anti-poor-people traps again.
if I'd gone into teaching I would absolutely have offered finishing-school-type classes for juniors and seniors, all on "how to act like you were brought up rich, at job interviews etc", because you'll fool the idiots and impress the weak, and the smart will think you're even cleverer than you are and respect you for it. Mostly all it is, is having seen whatever it is before, so you know what to actually care about and what is just so much noise. (Most of it is just so much noise.)
I've got two loads of laundry done, my retirement portfolio rebalanced (Dude has been freaking out lowkey about this for a couple of years as he #1 ages and #2 watches ageism in his industry fail to improve) with room for us to invest in improvements to the house over the coming year (this is mostly done with his money, but I imagine what it would be like if I earned money, sometimes, and it's a pleasant fantasy; I cover my expenses at least), and put the new sheets I bought Dude for Christmas onto the bed, with help from him and the cat. I've also designed a new wallet-thing to hold my battery bank and cables, so I'll have the cables for my new phone and the various appliances that require the cords that my old phone is compatible with, sigh, though I haven't yet even picked out fabric to make it. (It can be made from scraps, so that's easy.)
I'm going to make my mother a small embroidery, text-only, so I have to still do that but as I've scaled down the idea, I'll probably scale down the project.
Maybe I could make it a change purse or something. It would be nice to construct a functional object instead of just a decorative one. Although, I mean. Why not; she's got room in her life for simply decorative things too.
This is quite pleasant champagne, but I must find the one we had at Friendsmas again-- I think it was Konstantin Frank's, and it was a little sweeter but very crisp and I liked it immensely. I think this is Hunt Country, which is fine. By the way I absolutely love the locavore trend because it means I can say snootily "oh I prefer local vintages" and instantly not have to think so hard about literally anything; with the Finger Lakes right there, and a few rebels from the Welch's collectives, I can just restrict myself to oh like a hundred wineries, and not really be missing much. I have over the years grown quite fond of the Finger Lakes sweet whites and dry reds, and the rest isn't so awful you can't learn to like it just fine.
It's not that I can't afford Champagne (I can't), it's that I'm supporting the local food scene.
I am exceedingly privileged to have had some pretty high-quality introductions to becoming pretentiousness-proofed at a pretty young age; it's a fundamental of adulthood that some people are never given, and I wish I could, like, pass it on. How Not To Be In The Slightest Bit Impressed By Snootiness: The Inside Scoop. Step 1: go to a really posh boarding school and see what idiots most of them are firsthand. Step 2: see why their manners are the way they are. Step 3: learn how to talk about just about anything. Step 4: never be caught out by any of their stupid anti-poor-people traps again.
if I'd gone into teaching I would absolutely have offered finishing-school-type classes for juniors and seniors, all on "how to act like you were brought up rich, at job interviews etc", because you'll fool the idiots and impress the weak, and the smart will think you're even cleverer than you are and respect you for it. Mostly all it is, is having seen whatever it is before, so you know what to actually care about and what is just so much noise. (Most of it is just so much noise.)
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Date: 2019-01-02 04:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-02 03:42 pm (UTC)The secret is that, like, which hand you hold your fork in? guess what there are two schools of manners and they each favor a different hand and also guess what there are only two hands on your average human so really you can literally use either one and be perfectly correct so it doesn't fucking matter and if you only have one hand? Guess what! Use that one! Amazing.
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Date: 2019-01-02 04:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-01-02 03:39 pm (UTC)Most of them weren't idiots, per se, or I didn't see them that way at the time-- to be fair, I came originally from stodgy middle class stock, both parents had masters' degrees and Dad was only temporarily a janitor due to Nepotism Shenanigans within the NY State government, and also I was an idiot and remain so-- but honestly, there's not that much mystique to it.
There's something... just... grubby about teenage girls, that transcends class and nationality.
I didn't have a ton of class-consciousness at the time, but being able to look back on it has been extremely useful. And boy, do I know how a Modern Liberated Woman is supposed to shake hands.