I was also extremely tired when Lindsey and I sat down to record this week’s episode, so we get a little more off-topic than usual. We start off talking about good sleep habits and wound up talking about paradigm shifts and silly recorder Vines.
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When you agree with your friends, do you jive with them, or do you jibe with them? When you’re dancing in the 1950s, are you doing the jibe? If you’re making fun of somebody, are you gibing them?
Raise your hand if you assumed that jive was the right answer to all of these questions.
(Me too, until a few weeks ago.)
If you want to show off your sexy vocabulary skills to all your friends, pour yourself a glass of full-fat eggnog and keep reading to learn the difference between jive and jibe (and whether or not you ever need to use gibe).
You guys. It’s been 3 months since I’ve posted. What???Get ready for some #RealTalk. This is just going to be a long rant stream because I just want to get some stuff off my chest.
I swear, every year I have such high hopes for this blog, and every year I just…fall off the wagon. Granted, this year kicked my whole ass, but still! I like writing, I’m good at writing, so why is it so hard to keep up with this blog?
For the last ten years or so, I haven’t really had much success with my wardrobe. Back-to-school shopping really takes a backseat when you’re working a 9-to-5 all summer, which is exactly what I was doing every summer during college. So my wardrobe aspirations slowly trickled away, resulting in a closet full of $20 jeans and $5 t-shirts. And there I stayed, waking up each day to throw on whichever t-shirt was closest and pair it with my same-old ragged pair of Chucks.
I still have those Chucks and I still have a few $20 pairs of jeans, but I can count my t-shirts on one hand and have rules for wearing them. Take a look at how, over the course of a Saturday, I reinvented my wardrobe.
When your editor-in-chief is ripping you a new one, are you getting flack or flak? What about when your B-52 bomber is being fired upon from the ground?
I thought this would be a simple enough distinction, but as soon as I started doing the research for this post, I found that there’s more to it than just flack vs flak. So light a candle, pour yourself a glass of wine, and settle in for this month’s sexy wordplay!