I’ve got endless numbers of these–don’t make me mad!
Oh, WOO. It’s almost as good as when a former local politician said that my ranting against him was causing him to lose all “respect and liking” for me.
Because, of course, the goal of my life is for dudes to think I have style, sometimes, and for them to like me. I’m pleased Mr. Martin McPhillips (who writes under the pseudonym Malone Vandam because…well, I won’t try to analyze, who cares what dudes do), thinks my writing is stylish, as he is a professional and all that crap, but, remembering this post from 2007:
Village clerk Brittany Turner has handed in her resignation, effective later this month. I had heard that her work was good, but what I really appreciated was that the camera liked her.
Her resignation will certainly mark a serious cut in the visual relief when watching village board meetings. Turner always came to the meetings looking both like a professional and a woman. That leaves trustee Jean Gallucci to maintain that standard alone.
I’m definitely pretty icked. And by the way, instead of a martini, I’ll take a Perfect Manhattan, made with local rye whiskey, sweet and dry vemouth, orange bitters, and 2 cracked ice cubes any day. In fact, I’m off to make one. Or maybe a bathtub full, so I can wash off the icks.
“Both like a professional and a woman,” indeed. Remember when I wanted to change the name of the blog to “Synergy of Being Grouped with a Larger Value Gift Assortment“? Maybe “Both Like a Professional and a Woman” can be the next new name. Or just “Style, Sometimes.” Maybe I’ll change my name to “Style, Sometimes” actually. It would be a lot easier than the one I’ve got. Can you legally have a comma in your name? (Actually, I just heard of a friend of a friend whose last name is English and who just legally changed his middle name to “Quintessentially.” I do not kid.)
Aww, Martin, I had a whole post percolating just for you, all about how most liberals I know are about a gazillion (yes, the actual amount) times more fiscally and personably responsible than ridiculous hypocritical bloodthirsty righties. But without your vote of confidence in my ability to always have style, I don’t know how I will ever muster the tenacity of spirit to finish it. Happily, since I can never be a professional writer (in your syntactical world professionals are by default men, and I’m not too into being a by default man), I have no obligations to do so!
(Ooh, this reminds me so much of a Mad Men episode, which reminds me to tell alls ya’lls to be excited because I have an amazing feminist crush note to MM coming soon. Will it include screen shots of voluptuous vintage-clothes-clad asses that will be super feministy, non-male-gazey, and non-objectifying? YES!!)