the.trifler

Fresh mode is my dress code

How about everyone stop commenting on women’s appearances forever. In rare instances there’s a funny joke to be made or a genuinely nice compliment to be given, but the vast majority of the time everyone is just getting it very, very, very wrong, even when they mean well. So the topic is just off the table now until the end of time. Everyone blew it.

One major downside to living in NYC that I just realized, you’re never driving in the car with your friends playing an awesome song and singing along. 

I love this song. I don’t care if it makes me human garbage.

(Source: Spotify)

juliaward said: Did you not make it to the “we don’t touch the first ladies” sensual intrigue scene? because literally, the cuts to lady bird johnson and jackie kenedy and eleanor roosevelt was the best thing to ever happen on television

No, I didn’t see that. Maybe I’ll give it another try. Thanks a lot, Julia. This will be Grey’s Anatomy all over again.

Re: those cutoff waistband jeans—maybe I should be ashamed but as soon as I saw them, I had forgotten their existence for roughly 12 years, and I immediately flashed back to my 16 yr old brain and thought they looked SO COOL. The photo above does not look particularly great (Sorry, Mariah) but it’s the only one I could find! On a pair of dark wash hip huggers, that’s when it looked cool.
I’m desperately trying to remember if I owned a pair. I can’t remember. I know I desperately wanted some and have to have at least tried some on. And I remember looking longingly at the cool girls wearing them in school. I probably didn’t have any though. To show off the fringe you have to wear a pretty short shirt and I wouldn’t have felt comfortable with that (then, or now, or ever). The problem with teenage nostalgia is it’s bundled with teenage insecurity.
I feel like I’ve been revisiting my teenage brain a lot lately. Especially now that lipgloss is back in style. Another thing I should and do feel ashamed of is the roughly 500 words I wrote on here about lip gloss. My practical and fashion conscious sides flipped a “no lip gloss switch” that stayed down for roughly a decade and now that it’s flipped back up, my teenage self came zooming right back asking if we could go to the drug store and go buck wild in the makeup aisle now that we are a gainfully employed adult. And I was like, sure, self. LET’S DO THIS. And in a weird attempt to appease my teenage brain, I bought a super sparkly lip gloss. It was a major lapse in judgement. And what I didn’t know when I bought it was that the container LIGHTS UP when you open it. It’s obscene. My boyfriend was quite unhappy with the sparkle lips and the light-up container, which surprised me because he’s usually onboard with my choices. But it should not surprise me because he is a normal, reasonable human being.

Re: those cutoff waistband jeans—maybe I should be ashamed but as soon as I saw them, I had forgotten their existence for roughly 12 years, and I immediately flashed back to my 16 yr old brain and thought they looked SO COOL. The photo above does not look particularly great (Sorry, Mariah) but it’s the only one I could find! On a pair of dark wash hip huggers, that’s when it looked cool.

I’m desperately trying to remember if I owned a pair. I can’t remember. I know I desperately wanted some and have to have at least tried some on. And I remember looking longingly at the cool girls wearing them in school. I probably didn’t have any though. To show off the fringe you have to wear a pretty short shirt and I wouldn’t have felt comfortable with that (then, or now, or ever). The problem with teenage nostalgia is it’s bundled with teenage insecurity.

I feel like I’ve been revisiting my teenage brain a lot lately. Especially now that lipgloss is back in style. Another thing I should and do feel ashamed of is the roughly 500 words I wrote on here about lip gloss. My practical and fashion conscious sides flipped a “no lip gloss switch” that stayed down for roughly a decade and now that it’s flipped back up, my teenage self came zooming right back asking if we could go to the drug store and go buck wild in the makeup aisle now that we are a gainfully employed adult. And I was like, sure, self. LET’S DO THIS. And in a weird attempt to appease my teenage brain, I bought a super sparkly lip gloss. It was a major lapse in judgement. And what I didn’t know when I bought it was that the container LIGHTS UP when you open it. It’s obscene. My boyfriend was quite unhappy with the sparkle lips and the light-up container, which surprised me because he’s usually onboard with my choices. But it should not surprise me because he is a normal, reasonable human being.

Scandal

I had never seen Scandal until about a month ago when I binge watched all of it at once. And I got really into it. In spite of the fact that they somehow manage to work the painful phrase “gladiators in suits” into every episode—I was able to get past even that. It’s insane, but fun, and has more torture than you’d expect for network TV. And when you binge watch something, it can slowly draw you in and you don’t even realize the show is bad. I mean, I watched an entire season of that Kevin Bacon stabbing show just because it was streaming on Netflix.

So anyway, Scandal was on hiatus for a while and I had some time away from it. And then it came back. And I found it completely unwatchable. There have been two new episodes and I haven’t been able to finish one. It’s a completely new phenomenon for me. I left off loving it.

I think one of my main issues is the shouty arguments they have. I do not want to watch anyone have a shouty argument. Pretty much anytime I see a shouty argument on TV or in a movie it’s just like, bleh. this is grating and terrible. And I think kind of unrealistic. When an argument gets to shouting, I don’t think you’re making complicated points for an extended period of time at high volume. Actually, I feel bad for those actors and want to give them some tea with honey, now that we’re talking about it. Obviously fictional arguments can be done well, but when you’re shouting every line, no.

So anyway, for a brief shining moment I felt like I belonged, like I was in with the cool group of people who watch Scandal. But I’m not. Show is insane. I’m sad, but maybe glad in a way… a clean break from this can make up for years of inexplicably watching Grey’s Anatomy (which I also JUST became free of within the last year).

This was seared into my brain forever.

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