He “dreams in colors of the rainbow” and wants to re-discover his inner child “while being a mature adult male.” His What I’m Looking For section is filled with quotes from Anais Nin and Mother Teresa.
I know I shouldn’t be so snarky about people I don’t know, but it’s really hard when someone named OpenMyButt is looking to find his inner child by quoting Mommy-T and wearing a Cosby sweater.
Zenaide Muneton is a nanny in New York City. Last year, she made more than $200,000, Planet Money reports. Yes, with five zeros.
How in the world can Manhattan nannies be worth $200,000 a year? One answer is that they’re more talented than your typical babysitter. The highest-paid nannies can…
Note to self: become a nanny in Manhattan…
Nannying in NYC sucks more than you can possibly imagine.
Not even for $200K would I do it.
Same for LA. The people making big money are basically being bought as indentured servants. You are beholden to the parents 24/7 and usually you have to do a lot of other stuff that isn’t nanny related (errands, cleaning, etc.). But basically the people who pay a lot are buying your silence. I know someone who is a celebrity nanny (totally unglamorous) and she gets paid a lot to keep her “happy” so she won’t tip off the tabloids or write a tell-all book. Also: those job assignments don’t last very long. So, yeah, you might make $200k THIS year, but you’ll be unemployed for 5 years after that… so it kind of evens out.
In November, I was barred from my flight at Dulles Airport for a double opt-out. I refused to go through a blue-box backscatter (x-ray) body scanner, and I refused to endure an intimate feel-up from a woman I didn’t know. The body scanners at Dulles have no…
Yikes. There are SO MANY problems with TSA. To qualify for the job, you only need a high school diploma and a relatively clean criminal record. Once you’re in place, you make a decent wage and are more powerful than the police (because you’re the GOVERNMENT). Dulles is one of the worst TSA screening checkpoints ever. The people there feel like they are the utmost in national security, since they are in the capital. I requested a manual pat-down instead of the xray and was bullied by several TSA agents who kept telling me “it’s just faster if you go through xray” and they made me wait more than 10 minutes before calling over someone to do the pat-down. It was a bungled job all around because they wouldn’t let me move past the exact spot where I was standing when I requested the pat-down, so my luggage was already through the machines and being placed aside - when I pointed out which bags were mine, I was instructed not to move. The personalities of the screeners left a LOT to be desired, for sure. All told, I spent about an hour getting through the line to the ‘checkpoint’ and then about 30 minutes inside the checkpoint before actually receiving my pat-down.
If you’re flying out of Dulles be sure to give yourself LOTS of extra time for security screening. Most airports can get you through in 20-30 minutes, but that never seems to be the case in DC. (This is not an isolated incident; I have routinely spent more than an hour going through security for a domestic flight - AND I am a frequent flyer, so my info has already been cleared for the approved flight list. I travel at twice a month and am a status member for several airlines — I only point this out because a “casual” traveler may have even more troubles)
Ok, first of all, can bra manufacturers PLEASE stop lining multi-letter cup sized bras with that ridiculous foam? I do not require more padding. I got all the padding I need right here. *performs boob grab gesture ala dudes’ “suck it” ball grab gesture*
So no, I didn’t get a wedding dress bra. Which is not to say the trip wasn’t eventful or productive! First I rode in a train car which was serenaded by a guy singing “Against All Odds.” Then I was followed for three blocks by a deranged lady who thought she was possessed by Satan and kept screaming “I hate you!” and “I will never be put into another female body ever again!”
And I did buy bras. I know we talk a lot on the Tumblr about how bras are evil and we can’t wait to not be wearing them, but honestly? Pretty bras are fun and make me feel good. There.
More importantly, I bought PAJAMAS. Pajamas that were ON CLEARANCE. Its a sign that the pajama wedding should happen! They are soft and gray with white polka dots and I am putting them on as soon as I get home.
Speaking of pajama wedding, my hair dresser said that she’s been crazy busy lately with brunch weddings. The same “wedding schedule” applies (i.e., bride is made up and ready to go hours early, photos are taken before the ceremony, etc.) only now she has to be onsite and ready to curl by 5 or 6am for a 10am wedding. Yikes. Too early for me!
I have realized that I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
I’m still debating whether I am going to grow up at all. I mean, I’m already kinda old and my house is still full of toys and I had a Tootsie Pop for breakfast. What’s the point of being anything else? This is kinda as good as it’s gonna get for me. I’ll never be one of those “adults” who can have expensive furniture and keep their carpets sparkling white. I might as well embrace it and buy some more Ikea rugs and build a fort in my living room for my cat.
Just FYI for fellow California folks… Did you know that there was a nuclear leak in San Onofre and it’s been shut down? And the damage discovered in the other systems was so bad they aren’t restarting it anytime soon?
I’d prefer if they decided they aren’t going to restart it EVER. I dunno. Maybe I’m just crazy but I feel a little strongly that there shouldn’t be nuclear power in earthquake zones.
BUT WHERE WILL WE SURF?! The ocean water is used to cool the reactors so all of the beaches within a couple of miles have very warm water (it goes from warm to hot, depending on how close you are to the reactor). It’s also an excellent surf spot.
Most of the most recent pictures that exist of me were taken when I was 17. Since it was senior year I actually allowed myself to be photographed. Those pictures are hidden away in an underground bunker.
For those who have actually seen my stupid face (hi giddygirlie!), I look exactly the same, I just wore a lot of polyester, chunky shoes and jewelry back then.
the only thing that could make you lovlier is polyester and clunky shoes. And maybe some plastic jewelry!