I love the word dogsbody. My two best friends are a high end vintner and the chef at a well known and very good Boston restaurant. This is fortunate since I like food and wine quite a bit. For reasons mysterious to me, I am not that big a fan of the Oxford comma. But I recognize that sometimes you need it. I like it when people say "trite" instead of using "cliche" as an adjective. I dislike it when people say co-conspirator. That is redundant. There is no such thing as a conspiracy of one. Conspirator is perfectly sufficient.
I am as comfortable in jeans in a t-shirt as I am in heels and a little black dress, and am looking for a partner in crime. Someone I can roll over on when I need to cut a deal with the cops.
I wish there were an option for "Jewish, humanist atheist" under religion. I'd say "Hellenized Jew," but then I'd only attract classics and history majors. Plus I am afraid of Maccabees.
Old dogs are my kryptonite.
EDIT: Two of my three horses have died in the past year so I am down to one abused/neglected pet.
My job is pretty flexible, and stresses long term planning and strategy. So it is pretty fun and doesn't rule my life. I like it that way. It is a professional career, but it isn't an obsession. I feel lucky.
Movies: The Thin Man, The Philadelphia Story, Casablanca, The Thin Red Line (1998 Terrence Malick version), Office Space, Battle of Algiers, The Adventures of Baron Munchausen, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Brokeback Mountain, The Ice Storm, Coffey, The Killer, The Killers (1946 version with Lancaster and Gardner, NOT the 1964 version with Reagan), Burn (Queimada), Zelig.
TV Shows: Deadwood, The Wire, Rome, The Shield, Rumpole of the Baily, I, Claudius, The Larry Sanders Show, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Firefly, Farscape.
Music: Bad Brains, Descendants, Jimi Hendrix, Parliament-Funkadelic, Heatmiser, Coltrane, Gershwin, 3rd Base, Billy Bragg, Johnny Cash, The Clash, Johnny Clash, Social Distortion, Alkaline Trio, The Ataris, Sugar, Hüsker Dü, Bowie, Shudder To Think, Jawbox, Burning Airlines, Foo Fighters, Dinosaur Jr., The Promise Ring, 1208, Bouncing Souls, The Jam, The Beatles, The Catherine Wheel, Anti-Flag, The New York Dolls, They Might be Giants, Plastilina Mosh, Miles Davis, Sonny Rollins, John Schofield, Lester Young, Sidney Bechet, Charlie Parker, Charlie Christian, Duke Ellington, Cannonball Adderly, James Blood Ulmer, Clarence Gatemouth Brown, Mike Bloomfield, Bill Frissel, Monk, The Pixies, My Bloody Valentine, Steve Earle, Townes Van Zandt, Dolly Parton, Junior Brown, Miriam Makeba, Brenda Fassie, Jonah Sithole, Thomas Mapfumo & Blacks Unlimited, Johnny Clegg, Boom Shaka, Albert Nyathi, Public Enemy, New Pornographers, Guided by Voices, Loudon and Martha Wainwright, The Lucky Stars, Justin Townes Earle, Graham Central Station, Bootsy's Rubber Band, The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, Love Spit Love, Rare Essence, Backyard Band, Troublefunk, Chuck Brown & the Soul Searchers, Fire Party, The Rubberbandits, Jeremy Lyons.
Food: Sushi, Sashimi, Fried Rice, Ma Po Tofu, Huājiāo, pretty much everything.
Internets: Jay Smooth, Ta-Nehisi Coates
Desert Island: Kind of Blue, Catch-22 and hamachi. If my island has TV and movies I guess it would be Buffy and The Philadelphia Story.
Why so many women on here seem to think the Earth is bigger than the Sun. Are they all joking?
Another perplexing thing I see on a lot of profiles is answering that straight women kissing "in bars in hopes of attracting men" is "girlish fun" or "incredibly hot," while at the same time answering that they would not date a man who has had homosexual sex, or even saying that homosexuality is a sin. I thought that kind of double standard was supposed to be the purview of men.
Why duck face? Whose idea was that?
I'm the blood on your guitar.
I'm that wave you caught back in 1975.
I was born on Bloomsday.
I have central air.
I like mascot shoes.
You think Glenn Beck is a racist demagogue and a charlatan.
You think Cesar Milan is a pseudo-scientific fakir.
You are bat-shit crazy and wish to stalk and potentially murder me.
You are comfortable in other people's skin.
You are a feminist. If you don't think of yourself as a feminist, we are probably not going to have much common ground.
Ayn Rand? Seriously?