Becky says things about … reasons to be cheerful

Just when I thought only the depressing blogs are the good ones…


Oh, brave Listener. We’ve all had a bit of a rough time recently.

There are several reasons why we are all feeling a bit peeved, irked, and somewhat vexed:

1) It is February. February is an obnoxiously depressing month, it knows it, and it doesn’t care. February is insufferable.

2) We are still paying off our Christmas credit card bills. This is intolerable.

3) Our New Year’s resolution diet and exercise regimes have failed miserably and we are eating more doughnuts, peanut butter, and full fat milk than ever before to cope with the depression of February and Christmas credit card bills.


4) The couples amongst us have had a relationship-busting argument on Valentine’s Day, and the singletons amongst us have just been reminded that they are SINGLE and ALONE and destined to remain that way for the rest of their sorry lives.

5) There is nothing to look forward…

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What’s the big deal about mocking someone’s accent?


so long as it's words

As a society, we’re getting better at not being dicks to each other. It’s a slow progression, but some hurdles have been royally leapt: women can vote, homosexual couples can adopt, and ethnic minorities legally have access to the same goods and services as everybody else. Of course, we still deal with individual douche-canoes mouthing off at people because of their sexuality, gender identity, race, ability, age, body shape or a million other things; institutionalised prejudice hasn’t been eradicated; and prejudice is still enacted on a micro-level, often not from a malicious footing, but as the product of a society still breaking free of intolerant belief systems (that blasted patriarchy!). I’ve painted a cheery picture there, haven’t I? … but in general, while things are by no stretch of the imagination fixed, in most ways they’re getting better, and we’re a lot sounder to each other than we used to…

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Parenting Olympics

Hilarious! Parenting Olympics

The Ugly Volvo

For those of you angry that having a child prevented you from qualifying for the Sochi 2014 Olympics (or the wherever-they’re-holding-them-2016 Olympics), remember that while you may be losing at international sports competitions, you’re still in the running for a few other medals:

Event 1:

olympics weightlifting

To level the playing field, this event is divided into multiple weightclasses:




Exhausted Older Child

Young Child + Stroller, and

Young Child + Uncomfortable-to-Carry and Bizarrely-Heavy Car Seat/Carrier

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Event 2:

olympics emotional hurdles

A feat of less-obvious athleticism, some people train for YEARS to master this event.  Gold medal goes to anyone who manages not to lie awake night after night second-guessing all their decisions or, if that proves too difficult, anyone who doesn’t break down crying for no particular reason on a Tuesday.

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Event 3:

olympics slalom

Medals are awarded for multiple categories, including “fastest wiping,” “best use of snot-sucking…

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The Single Most Annoying Trick People use To Get Your Attention

What are you reading on the internet right now? What are you watching? Looking at? Are you sure it’s worth your time? Read this blogger’s article about how this big, bad, Justin Beiber-obsessed world wide web affects our capacity for good content.

Just Alyssa

woman-butt-fit What’s the single most annoying trick that people do to get your attention? Headlines like this one. Especially if they’re coupled with photos like this one, which, by the way, has nothing whatsoever to do with what I intend to write about. It’s just a woman’s butt, which is the most surefire way to get people to click on a link. Especially connected with declarations and promises.

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50 Shades of Prague

This is an entertaining read.

I Should Really Write More

My darling Praha,

I hardly knew thee. And yet here we are, at the end of our brief courtship after being set up by a mutual friend. I will always remember the day when she showed me your picture and told me your were not so out of my league as I might have imagined. In fact, only a few more thousand dollars in student loans and we could be together.

Your reputation preceded you. Nearly unblemished by centuries of war, your battles had made you strong, but somehow no less handsome: the epitome of a romance novel hero. Who better to give my European virginity? You seemed just the right size.

“I’m jealous,” one of my dearest friends confessed, as so many others had done once I’d announced our betrothal. But this particular admission came from a woman who’d at one time said about True Love: “Do I believe…

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‘Girls’ Season 3, Episode 7 Recap: “Beach House”

Do you love Girls? I love Girls. Here’s an awesome update I found.


God bless Shoshanna Shapiro.

Girls has kept its sometime MVP on the sidelines for so long, I forgot how good it feels when the show puts her in her rightful place as the foursome’s resident Cassandra. She’s deployed to spectacular effect in “Beach House,” an episode’s that co-written by all three of the show’s heavy hitters. The idea of a vacation that strikes a friend group’s killing blow by ripping the group’s tensions out into the open has been done before, obviously. But Lena Dunham, Jenni Konner, and Judd Apatow combine their talents to render a chick-flick cliché in nightmarish detail. “Beach House” pulls this off by showing the way this particular group would implode, demonstrating such a perfect understanding of its characters and the dynamic between them that it’s easy to forget that Girls has been keeping its protagonists separated for so long.

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It often takes me until the last minute to realize that things are happening around me. The same goes for goodbyes in my life. In that final second that someone is walking out the door (or getting off the jeep), a sudden rush of emotions and thoughts course through me. I remember all the questions I wanted to ask. The thank yous I wanted to say. The apologies I wanted to ask for. The wise-ass quotes I wanted to impart. But usually, after drowning in that sea of clarity, I would resurface only to find that the person I wanted to give them to is gone.

Everytime that I am left behind or when I leave someone behind, nothing is really ever good enough for goodbyes. No questions. No thank yous. No apologies. No wise-ass quotes. But if one thing was ever really good enough for good bye, it would probably be this question — Did I matter at all? Had you not known me, would you be different? Did the time from when I said hi to the time I said goodbye even cut a portion into your pie graph?

After I ask that, I ask another question. Why does it matter if I mattered? It should be my pie graph I’m more concerned with. I’m awful at goodbyes. But I’m good with what’s left behind. I NEVER forget. I give a part of my memory to anyone who has ever been in it. I give them a portion. A stock. A slice. Whatever you wanna call it. It’s all the same. It’s all just a little piece of my heart.