nbclatino:

(Courtesy Mary Gonzalez)

Mary Gonzalez told them she was the best candidate to represent them and El Paso voters agreed, but along the way, the 28-year-old doctoral student at the University of Texas at Austin broke her share of barriers.

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I want chic independence in a tiny New York City apartment with a low-commitment SO for hookups. I want to drink too much, work to hard, be stressed all the time. I want to run frantically in the rain, and when I arrive sopping wet, bitch about the lack of cabs. I want everything I eat to be made my a professional. I want to wear expensive clothes. I want my work to matter.

I want to be a jetsetter. I want to travel constantly. I want to live out of a carryon. I want to master the airport terminal nap. I want no commitments. I want to drink in strange bars, have a collection of keycards, speak three languages in one day. I want to barely make it home for Christmas. I want to be completely free.

I want to live in a townhouse in the Midwest. I want to come home to someone. I want home cooked meals. I want easygoing work that makes small, slow-but-steady change. I want the same friends to come over and hang out. I want a batch of multiethnic adopted babies that I love more than any that grew inside me. I want to take long jogs by water, and have to worry about bugs and seasons. I want a garden to prep for winter. I want consistency, positivity, roots.

I want to be a hermit. I want to live far out in the woods. Like Salinger or Thoreau, I want to disappear. I want to live on my own, with no contact with humanity. I want to grow my own food. I want my clothes to be decades old. I want to be crabby and shotgun-wielding.

adulting:

I have a hard time saying no when the other person wants a yes. This is, I think, a very female trait, though I’m sure males do it too. But a resentful, insincere yes is no good.

Prime example: I am so happy to loan out about 60 percent of my clothes, wary but ultimately OK with 35 percent, and dead set on never letting 5 percent out of my sight. While, in the past, I’d give out anything (and then be secretly angry in a way that I totally brought upon myself) now I can just say, “You know, that is actually really special to me and I don’t feel comfortable lending it out. What about this [similar, less-special thing]?”

Anticipating, caring about and hopefully meeting other people’s needs is a legitimate and wonderful thing to do. But so is recognizing your own limits and setting boundaries. It doesn’t have to be a big, confrontational deal:

Q: Do you want to hang out even though you hate me but I don’t know it?
A: You know, I’d love to but I’m afraid I can’t that night.

Q: Can you volunteer for extremely unappealing task for a cause you don’t particularly care about?
A: I’m so sorry, but my plate is pretty full right now.

Etc.

An explanation is good, but not always necessary, particularly if what the other person is asking of you is unreasonable. If they press you, just stick to the non-confrontational no. “I wish I could, but I’m afraid I can’t.” They don’t need to know that the reason you can’t is because you’ve made a commitment to not being pressed into things you don’t want because of social pressure.

yourlittlescarlet:

Favorite characters
ϟ Alice Morgan (Luther)

Kiss me, kill me. Do something.

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imwithkanye:

Ron Swanson goes blond. Nick Offerman debuted his new look at the Peabody Awards on Monday.

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fun. | Call Me Maybe (cover)

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SHOES OFF ASSWIPE.

GOD DO YOU THINK YOU JUST OWN THE WORLD.

(Finals have me kind of on edge.)

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fyeahhistorymajorheraldicbeast:

For many who didn’t know (including me until last Friday), John Marshall insisted that all his justices eat and live together when the Supreme Court was in session. This was to promote Court unity on decisions. Apparently, the Marshall Court had a fondness for drinking, especially madeira. So much so that Congress started to complain about their drinking affecting decisions. So drinking was banned in the Marshall Court. Until one winter when the Court was in session, the Courthouse was very cold and the idea was proposed to drink a bottle of mardeira. There was some debate but eventually they arranged for an aide to bring a bottle. By the time the wine was brought, it had stopped snowing. When Justice Chase proposed that they hold off on the wine since the snow stopped, Justice Marshall replied with something along the lines of:

“That is the worse defense I have heard from a lawyer. It must be snowing somewhere in the county.”

And so the madeira was opened. Here’s to you Chief Justice Marshall. (sorry for the long post!)