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Sourcing Quotes

28 Feb
Very lovely poster by emilymcdowelldraws on etsy. Click for link.

Very lovely poster by emilymcdowelldraws on etsy. Click for link.

I’ve been seeing this quote around the interwebs for a little while now. I really like Louisa May Alcott–Little Women was an early favorite of mine once I graduated to big chapter books (and Little Men, though I never made it through Jo’s Boy’s.) Marmee and Jo were some of the first overtly feminist characters I encountered in my reading and Jo March is still one of my all-time favorite characters (like millions of other readers.) She’s flawed, for sure, I relate to her more because she’s blunt and hot-tempered, as well as a voracious reader. If J and I didn’t have a rule about not bringing any more J-names into this family, Josephine would be a front-runner on the list of names for any future kids, or pets, or houseplants (no, I don’t keep a list, I don’t know what you’re talking about).

As much as I love this quote, I’m having a very hard time finding it in the darn book. Some of the graphics just credit Louisa May Alcott, others assert that it’s from Little Women itself. I’m fairly sure it is indeed a Louisa May Alcott quote, I’m just wary of all these lovely posters with quotes on them floating around etsy and wanleo and cafe press these days.

I'm pretty sure this attribution isn't accurate, for example...

I’m pretty sure this attribution isn’t accurate, for example…

Cheesy as they can be, I do find a lot of these quotes helpful and inspiring. But it really bothers me to search the quote “Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are”, for example, and find these:

Did Kurt Cobain say it...

Did Kurt Cobain say it…

...or did Marilyn Monroe?

…or did Marilyn Monroe?

Clearly there’s some disagreement here. I’m not interested in displaying a misattributed quote on my computer, any of my digital profiles, or in my home. And good luck trying to find the original source of the quote (or the original source for the Cobain quote graphic–please let me know if you know it!). I couldn’t find a reference to an interview or a diary or a letter (or a song, or liner notes in KC’s case) where either Cobain or Monroe might have made this statement. You’d think if there was proof of it, someone on the internet would have referenced this proof.

Or am I just googling wrong?

This post on famous words is my last for LaTrina’s #BlogMeFebruary link up. Click through and check out the other blogs that participated this month!

Galentine’s!

13 Feb

I love Parks and Recreation. It’s a really funny show full of very earnest characters who are actually fun people that I would enjoy having in my life. Also, Leslie Knope is my spirit animal/imaginary best friend/personal heroine.

So naturally, when Leslie (that’s Amy Poehler’s character to the uninitiated in the audience) divulged in Season 2 that she celebrates Galentine’s Day on the day before Valentine’s as a way to show her appreciation of all her awesome lady friends, I was totally on board. Last year, I even managed to get together with a few of my own awesome lady friends to celebrate. The best part was, we weren’t the only table of women celebrating Galentine’s at the restaurant that evening!

I am incredibly lucky to have a lot of really, really great women as close friends. So, in honor of this most excellent day, I’m sharing the Galentine’s cards, drawn by the very talented Natalie Nourigat and featured on the Bitch Magazine website here, here and here. My personal favorite is the one about the musk ox. Of course.

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Sister-friend

10 Feb

I’m at a Starbucks in Poughkeepsie, taking a break from stripping wallpaper at my dear friend’s new home (that she OWNS. like the boss that she is.) The blizzard left a few inches in Brooklyn, a few more in Manhattan and more still upstate, but the effect was underwhelming compared to what the storm The-Weather-Channel-wants-us-to-call-Nemo dumped on our friends in Connecticut, Massachusetts and Maine.

So I missed yesterday’s prompt, “siblings”, but I’m writing on the topic today anyways, since I have one and I like her a lot. Also, cute photos.

My sister is 3.5 years younger than I am. I remember being dropped off at my maternal grandparents’ home when my mom went into labor. I was really excited that I was going to get a sister. And I stayed pretty excited about having her, until she arrived. Then I got jealous. At one point I climbed into her crib (she was elsewhere) and waited for one of my parents to find me so they could make as big a fuss over me. (Didn’t happen.)

But she turned out to be pretty cool, if maybe a little clingy sometimes. My elementary school friends looooooved her, since she was so cute (a little porcelain doll.) I waffled between really digging having her around, defending her from some of our older cousins and being generally annoyed with her existence. In essence, I was her big sister. I may have learned most of what I knew about being a an older sibling from books like Fudge and the Ramona Quimby series.

We had growing pains, for sure, but since I moved away for college and then real life, we’ve developed a very strong bond. She’s more than my sister now–or, she’s more my sister now than ever. And that rocks.

A helmet and a bonnet-- only my sister could pull off such a bold fashion/safety statement

A helmet and a bonnet– only my sister could pull off such a bold fashion/safety statement

That helmet is noticeably lacking here

That helmet is noticeably lacking here

Matching bangs & mismatched smiles

Matching bangs & mismatched smiles

She blogs at 1littlelion. Her name is Lauren and she’s awesome.

 

Pie and compromise (sort of like tea and sympathy? This title’s a bit of a stretch.)

6 Feb

I’ve decided to participate in the BlogMeFebruary challenge cooked up by Katrina of Sota is Sexy and Lindsey of LindseyTalerico.com, because it’s low pressure (one post a week, or more if you want) and also, these ladies are very, very funny.

This week’s challenge is FOOD (really, they wrote it in all caps so that’s what I’m sticking with), and today’s prompt is dessert–though I’m apparently allowed to pick from any of this week’s prompts (I think?) or make up something of my own that’s on topic– still I’m going to riff on dessert for a bit.

J hates cake. I haven’t really been able to pin him down on what exactly it is about cake that is so offensive, though. Sometimes he’ll say it’s too dry, but my mom and I have a (not very) secret recipe for some seriously moist cake (that sounds vaguely dirty. It’s not. Just replace the oil with applesauce and use a box mix. You’re welcome.) but he’s still not into it. So it’s just one of those things that, maddeningly, I LOVE but my partner is just not that into (see also: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Harry Potter books, making the bed.)

Anyways, we got married not that long ago. As most wedding movies (and that one episode of Gilmore Girls) will remind you, selecting a cake is a VERY IMPORTANT part of a wedding. Franck Eggelhoffer (“Every party has a pooper, that why we invited you! Party pooper! Party pooper! Every party has a pooper, that’s why we invited you, George Baaanks!”) from Father or the Bride says so.

So we had cake at the reception (I think my mom would have boycotted if we didn’t provide her with cake after everything she did to help plan that shindig.) There was the requisite cake cutting and feeding each other/getting frosting on his face. People went “awwww” like they were supposed to.

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Photo by Christopher Morris Photography

BUT! we also had pie at J’s request. Lots and lots of pie. So much pie that our friends from college reported that each had at least one piece of all three flavors.

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 That’s a lot of pie.

So much pie we took home extra. It was the best part of our wedding, depending on who you talk to. And we got to eat pie in bed for breakfast during our honeymoon. And in bed after dinner while watching Parks and Recreation, a show we both love.

So my husband may not like cake, but I guess it’s not all bad.

Who wouldn't love that face?

Who wouldn’t love that face?