Here is a snippet of a conversation I had yesterday with Philip, a friend of mine from UVA:

Phil: Oh, i talked on the phone with this girl for 30 minutes today
Me (all excited): Really?? Cool! What girl? tell me about her!
Phil: Well, she’s not “available”
Me: Why not?
Phil: She’s married … well, separated. She’s getting a divorce
Me: oh god.
Phil: But she’s soo sooo hot.

“Because short men equals flat shoes,” reads an ad at the South Station T-stop that I saw today. Umm … I don’t think so, but nice try. Short men equals short men. Period. I wear heels whenever I want to. Period. Also to note: flat shoes does not equal comfortable, so I don’t even know what this ad is trying to say.

Boys (and men), regardless of whether or not they are short, hardly ever say the right things. In fact, recent phenomena point to tall men erring more noticeably. Yes, not saying something does count as having not said the right thing. Silence is no excuse.

The trend of gaucho pants/capris must stop. I saw a woman wearing gaucho jeans today. Where did THAT one come from? Here’s a heads-up: it’s snowing outside; put some real pants on. The dressier ones are okay for spring/summer/fall casual dress-up, but the big flowy yoga looking pants just really need to go away.

At the end of the day, today was unproductive, volatile, and it made me cry. Just spectacular.