Today I ran my second half marathon, beat my last time by 4 minutes, ran the last mile with Alishan who got me to sprint the last 100 yards WHICH WERE UP A VERY STEEP HILL, nearly vomited just past the finish line, recovered, found Meg and Selena and virtual Ash, drank a Bloody Mary, ate half a burger, and feel basically dead. All in all today was pretty great but don’t let me do another one of these, ok? Ok.
Anonymous said: Okay, so you mentioned Fabletics in your last post and I keep getting facebook ads for them. I've been resisting, but what is your opinion of their products? Worth it?
I really like Fabletics. First of all, they are substantially cheaper than a lot of other ~*~specialty fitness clothing*~* especially if you buy them together as an outfit. Second, the quality is really good overall. Some of the styles are sort of insane, like:
Oh my god what no.
So I tend to stick with the more standard options. For example, I love the Lima capri. It is TOTALLY not see through, has good compression without feeling like a sausage casing, and is really well made. Unfortunately, it only comes in one inseam (20”), which, because of my incredibly short legs, sort of makes me look like this:
But I don’t even care. Do you know how hard it is to find a not-see-through legging that will hold up through many, many washes AND costs $31.95? HARD. VERY HARD. Certainly worth looking like a Shetland pony.
Anyway, I also really like the Aventura tank for Bar Method classes and the Oula tank for running. I have both of them in a couple of colors. I’ve machine washed and dried all of them a zillion times and they still look good. (Do you know some exercise clothing designers expect you to HAND WASH their shit? That is a moral outrage.) Also they each cost under $20 which you can’t really beat.
So if you are interested, here is a referral link to sign up. OOOOH A REFERRAL LINK! I’M A REAL BLOGGER NOW! <dives into a pool filled with money a la Scrooge McDuck>
"IKEA Monkey" 2013, 35cm x 35cm, oil on canvas
We must never forget.
eminnyc said: Do you have any advice for someone who has semi-recently started dating a lawyer with a demanding schedule? How does the significant other cope with the grueling schedule of a corporate litigator - especially during a trial (i.e. will life ever be "normal")? Kind of related, is the Big Law world anything like an episode of Suits or is that entire series just a gross exaggeration of reality? I mean, does anyone really dress like Rachel Zane or Donna Paulsen? Asking for a friend...
First of all, even the longest trials don’t last forever. The Dude’s has been LONG — about 6 weeks — and even it is ending and soon he will return to the land of the living. Life will be normal again, and you just have to keep on reminding yourself that.
But dating a corporate lawyer, especially when you yourself are not a lawyer, is hard. Basically, we have no control over our own schedules. We can plan things, yes, and we often do. But if we get an email that says we need to work on something rightthisminute, then, well, we just have to do it. And whatever we had planned, be it a dinner, a concert, or even a vacation, has to be cancelled. So the best piece of advice I can give you is to be understanding. It is HARD, I know — there are lots of times when even I have gotten angry when The Dude cancelled our plans because of work, and we basically have the same job. But try not to take it personally, and know that if he had a choice, he would be sitting with you rather than ordering his 9th dinner in a row from Seamless at his desk.
I’ve never watched Suits, but I understand it to be about a person who wanted to be a corporate lawyer SO BADLY that he lied about attending law school and passing the bar. Given the rest of my answer to your question, I would have to say that no, it is not realistic in the least.
- The Dude is in trial right now on a huge case that he’s been working on for the past several years. And it’s been insane — he’s worked every day, averaging 15 hours a day, since at least his sister’s wedding at the beginning of August (and probably before that, too). He told me on Friday night that he literally doesn’t remember the last time he went to sleep on purpose. Luckily, it’s almost over. But meanwhile, I am interviewing all of these law students for summer associate jobs next year, and they keep on telling me that they want in-court, trial experience. And although I nod and say, “Oh that’s great!” this is, in my head, my actual response:
- Because I knew The Dude was going to be out-of-his-mind busy over my birthday, Work BFF and I booked a night at a spa in the Catskills. It was just a modest place, really:
LOL JK it was awesome. We hiked, canoed, went stand up paddleboarding, and got massages. Oh and ate a ridiculous amount of food in the 1950s summer camp style dining room. Honestly, being up there sort of reminded me of Dirty Dancing. Except, given the birthday that I was celebrating, I think I would be playing Jerry Orbach’s part.
Bonus picture of me being super excited about all of the waffles I was about to eat at the breakfast buffet.
- On Sunday, I’m going to Philadelphia to run my second half marathon. My dad and my stepmom are coming to cheer me on, which is really nice, but they asked if they could bring their dog, a giant rescue greyhound named Luna, to the race. Now, don’t get me wrong, Luna is really sweet and well behaved. But I can’t think of a worse place to bring an animal that can run very fast and that spent its formative years chasing after bright and shiny objects that move quickly in front of it than a half marathon. Luckily, I will not be moving quickly, so personally this will not pose any sort of problem.
- Over the weekend, The Dude gave me a belated birthday gift—the Cuyana leather tote in caramel. It is gorgeous and buttery and GIANT and is basically perfect in every way. So obviously I’m bringing it to Philly this weekend. With my Cuyana tote, my J. Crew field jacket, my oversized Acacia scarf, and my Lululemon/Fabletics running outfit, I will be everything you hate about the Internet. Good day.
Bless you, Microsoft Outlook, for coming up with a “low importance” email designation, and moreover, bless the valiant men and women who actually use it.
Finding out which of your middle school classmates are 9/11 truthers
I went to the dentist yesterday. After the hygienist finished the cleaning, the dentist—who I’ve been seeing since I moved to NYC, and who The Dude started going to in 2012—came in for my exam. We chatted while he performed the exam, which ended, as it always does, with him palpating my neck and throat to check for oral cancer, TMJ, etc. Yesterday, though, he said, “Hang on, I just need to check one more thing,” and he took my left hand and started doing the same palpating motion on my left ring finger. “Nope, still negative. We’ll have to discuss that at The Dude’s next appointment.” Because I am physically unable to melt into a puddle, Alex Mack-style, I let out some sort of snort-laugh-eye roll combination that likely came across as simultaneously defensive and pathetic. Meanwhile, my dentist grinned as he walked out of the room, INCREDIBLY pleased with his HILARIOUS joke.
On my way back to the office, I checked Facebook on my phone. I saw that a family friend’s daughter had given birth to her third kid, and the friend posted pictures of herself with her new grandchild. Scrolling through the pictures, I noticed that my mother had commented, “You are so lucky! I CAN’T WAIT to be a grandmother!!!!”
Is there a female equivalent for the phrase “get off my dick”? Because, if so, I would like to have that in my arsenal for the foreseeable future.
Fits into skinny work pants this morning
Celebrates by getting bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich for breakfast
I just learned that there is a German word for second hand embarrassment: “fremdschämen.”
So I guess today wasn’t a total loss.