To be fair...

I live in Denver - Stapleton to be precise. I grew up in South Florida but spent my formative years (18-29) in Chicago. I'm a lawyer and a mom to Lila, born in September, 2011. Bella and Beans are my dogs and my sunshine. I like CrossFit, yoga, reading, and Civilization V.

I stayed up until 2 AM working last night, so I just stopped working at 4 and I’m going to finish this week’s GOT. It’s 80 outside, but whatever I’m in no mood to be outdoors.

So much for Easter pictures

Lila’s teacher just called and she evidently had quite an accident on the playground. Nothing like a beautiful Easter dress with a bruised up nose. Ha.

I can’t believe I posted a picture where the ball of my nose looks so big. Honestly, if I were a Real Housewife, I would probably get a ton of plastic surgery after looking at myself on camera so much.

I reject the idea that I’m some kind of tool of our terrible culture or the patriarchy because I want to look young. Being young was fucking awesome. I didn’t get headaches. My knees never hurt. I could eat weird tamales from the 2 AM tamale dude at the bar without getting sick. Why wouldn’t I want to continue to look and feel 25? Being 34 and having a 34 year old body blows. I’ll take any little boost toward being 25 that I can get.

My manufactured face. Hashtag no makeup selfie.

My manufactured face. Hashtag no makeup selfie.

“It’s not your face. It’s a manufactured face… and you think it’s the best because you live in a shitty culture that tells you aging is bad, particularly if you’re a woman.”

– Something that was just said to me on Jez. I’m dying. I die.

There is a stupid post on Jezebel showing a video of how the Real Housewives look loony when they cry “because of Botox”, and it’s pretty clear to any thinking human that even though there is certainly a lot of Botox overuse going on there, there are a host of issues at play. Of course, the Jezzies are super eager to mock any woman who would get Botox as looking like a freak, and of course some commenter replied to my defense of mild Botox use implying that I look like a freak and don’t realize it. I don’t know why I bother. Isn’t the standard argument on tattoos, “If you don’t like them, don’t get one.”? How is plastic surgery not the same?

ETA: It goes without saying that the original post is by Tracieeee.

This morning as I was making breakfast, Lila came up to me and said, “Mommy, I need to show you something.” She held out this ad in Real Simple, and said, “What is going on here?” I explained that he had googly eye stickers on his chin and was eating applesauce. She responded, indignant, “Oh. Well I am going to keep my eyes right here and my chin PLAIN!” OK, Li.

This morning as I was making breakfast, Lila came up to me and said, “Mommy, I need to show you something.” She held out this ad in Real Simple, and said, “What is going on here?” I explained that he had googly eye stickers on his chin and was eating applesauce. She responded, indignant, “Oh. Well I am going to keep my eyes right here and my chin PLAIN!” OK, Li.

I am excessively excited about the fact that I just made a reservation at a nice restaurant for Easter dinner. What a better idea than cooking!

Of course, we’re going at 5 PM as one does with a two year old, but at least we’ll be able to dress up and eat delicious food.