tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301586145140787353.post8928112137546003191..comments2023-10-30T06:46:11.502-05:00Comments on noodleroux: A minor treatise on women who lost their personalities in a parking lot somewhere, possibly outside Pottery Barn Kids.Becky Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08351322716749475996noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301586145140787353.post-87723960294746632522015-09-14T17:29:52.340-05:002015-09-14T17:29:52.340-05:00I heart this post so hard. We have a lot of those ...I heart this post so hard. We have a lot of those in my town and they make me crazy. Especially when they look at my kind (the back of the bus/rowdy girls) down the bridge of their way too thin noses. 8https://www.blogger.com/profile/05914446869377983548noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301586145140787353.post-81852337130256015202015-09-07T23:28:46.164-05:002015-09-07T23:28:46.164-05:00Picturing these women as zombies fills me with ser...Picturing these women as zombies fills me with serious joy. And amen re: consumption. Wouldn't it be more interesting if it were Moulin Rouge-esque consumption, wherein Nicole Kidman coughs delicately into a handkerchief and you know she's gonna die? (Not that I'm wishing TB on anyone, but it might be something different to talk about.)Becky Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351322716749475996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301586145140787353.post-62785036907477272972015-09-07T23:25:46.492-05:002015-09-07T23:25:46.492-05:00Yesss. I am all for the quirky weirdos.Yesss. I am all for the quirky weirdos.Becky Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351322716749475996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301586145140787353.post-80037499428866680372015-09-07T23:25:10.560-05:002015-09-07T23:25:10.560-05:00Exactly! They used to be cool, I swear! And I'...Exactly! They used to be cool, I swear! And I'm glad that I'm not the only one who views showering as a nice-to-have, not always a necessity. I pretend it's bc it's better for my skin, but really, sometimes it just seems like unnecessary effort.Becky Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351322716749475996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301586145140787353.post-11050671236232653822015-09-07T23:22:43.707-05:002015-09-07T23:22:43.707-05:00Black yoga pants sound about right. One of my pals...Black yoga pants sound about right. One of my pals identifies them as "those women who wear visors."Becky Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351322716749475996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301586145140787353.post-16249633351576354882015-09-06T17:38:47.894-05:002015-09-06T17:38:47.894-05:00My town is overrun with women like this. Their ma...My town is overrun with women like this. Their main topic of conversation (and what the write about in their blogs because a ton of these zombie women have blogs) is consumption: their new phones or latest Stitchfix box or whatever else they've bought or what they ate and drank at whatever restaurant or winery. Conversation about things gets boring after about ten seconds. These people are like the living dead.Patience_Crabstickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16860012969550268614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301586145140787353.post-36082121127510404722015-09-05T08:38:07.765-05:002015-09-05T08:38:07.765-05:00I never sit by these girls at the football or base...I never sit by these girls at the football or baseball games. The quirky weirdos standing on the sidelines are so much more fun, so even if my feet hurt, I stand by them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301586145140787353.post-87628277132846053462015-09-04T08:27:55.973-05:002015-09-04T08:27:55.973-05:00I know those women -some of them were actually coo...I know those women -some of them were actually cool when we were friends in college and I'm still trying to figure out how that happened - I know I didn't make up the part where they were cool. Was it in trying to be a grown up they thought they had to become uptight and boring?<br />The women I run across like that these days, some of them think I'm one of them. I fully admit to a fondness of Talbot's clothing and maybe I volunteered a little too much at school and that's why. I can speak their language, but I'm grateful for the friends I have who go beyond that surface, who, come to think of it, also appear to be Talbots women, but will engage in afternoon wine and fussing at their husbands in front of good friends, while admitting they haven't had time for a shower in a few days. Those are my people.Beckyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13879162672311458964noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301586145140787353.post-83397791044880579642015-09-04T01:15:42.532-05:002015-09-04T01:15:42.532-05:00Your Talbots are my yoga pants-wearing women -- no...Your Talbots are my yoga pants-wearing women -- not that I have anything against yoga pants. I happen to wear them to work, disguised as black trousers all winter long. <br />Perhaps I'm becoming an introvert since I don't even attempt conversation with them? (The women, not the pants... I might talk to my pants on occasion...)<br />Karen (formerly kcinnova)https://www.blogger.com/profile/08965093440928340819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301586145140787353.post-77701328175268936252015-09-03T20:08:23.208-05:002015-09-03T20:08:23.208-05:00Every generation? I don't know whether to be r...Every generation? I don't know whether to be relieved or horrified.Becky Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08351322716749475996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301586145140787353.post-87450223030309964762015-09-03T17:35:42.990-05:002015-09-03T17:35:42.990-05:00They run through every generation.
They might be j...They run through every generation.<br />They might be just as confused as the rest of us, just better dressed.cookingwithgashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11456258592273328486noreply@blogger.com