Monthly Archives: December 2012
Brit.co, the hobby horse website of some chick who married a rich guy, has a habit of using other folks’ ideas and passing them off as her own original content. Well, she’s at it again, this time in such a blatant way that it’s impossible to dismiss.
Brit + Co posted a tutorial for statement headbands that featured a glitter star diy headband:
If this diy headband idea looks vaguely familar, it’s because The Hairpin featured the exact same thing over a year ago:
As of right now there is no “inspired by” or any type of attribution on Brit + Co that would give any credit whatsoever to anyone but Brit + Co. Pretty typical for those hacks, who seem to regularly rip ideas from other people for free, and then try to sell them to other people in a box.
Happy post-Christmas, jealous haters. Hope you’re all safe and well, and got some awesome gifts. Of course, nothing beats the gift of bloggers posting about their boring holiday, so let’s take a look around and see what our favorite smuglebrities did to celebrate.
Dooce bought her daughters a Barbie jeep which she said “now seems like a really bad idea since Marlo already has a broken arm and we spent Sunday morning at the ER assessing whether or not Leta had broken her foot after slipping on melted snow in the kitchen”. Bleubird’s James spent the day taking pictures of her kids surrounded by the scandi-hipster toys that will fit in so well with her home decor.
Calivintage kept it simple, visiting family in an outfit I have to assume they bought her, because something like this should only be worn out of guilt:
Cary Randolph Kennedy Wittenbach Fuller Jefferson, Esq., survived the hardships of Hurricane Sandy, managed to spend time with her family. Peanut Butter Fingers started having post-holiday blues first thing this morning apparently, so she decided to recap her Christmas Eve – notable only because it is a boring recap of pretty much everything 90% of regular middle class nuclear families do, but sure, worth a post, why not. Messica and Neckbeard put on matching plaid and tweeted about snow, which is probably the most exciting event of her month. And Jordan Reid finally won a high five from me for giving her husband a no doubt much deserved skull full of vodka.
I’m already bored with looking at blogger Christmas posts, so feel free to add more in the comments while I go get and stay drunk until New Year’s Day.
Julie of “The Daily Julie”, pregnant, surely speaks on behalf of all pregnant women with her recent post “How to Talk to a Pregnant Lady”. Saying that “the questions you ask a preg are seemingly harmless and well meaning and most of the time, they are met with a smile by the recipient” she goes on to share a “secret” – your questions piss pregnant women off!
What questions? Offensive, prying questions such as:
1. When are you due? Maybe you’re curious, maybe you just don’t know what else to say, but this is the number one question that any pregnant lady is asked every single day. I should just get a temporary glitter tattoo across my forehead that says April 11.
2. What are you having? Um, a baby? I know you mean to ask the gender, but really I don’t know and really it’s none of your business.
3. Have you picked out names? I find this question to be really personal. Maybe I have but maybe I don’t want tell anyone. Or maybe I’ve been thinking about names for 21 weeks and still haven’t figured it out. Either way, this question puts me in an awkward position, so best not to ask and stress me out, mkay?
4. Are you hoping for a boy or a girl? It’s cliche, but most pregnant ladies really just do hope for a healthy baby. There’s SO much that can go wrong during the course of pregnancy that it’s a miracle that so many babies come out healthy and perfect.
Number five is about unsolicited child raising advice – which I can get behind if we are talking about some random waitress at Sizzler trying to tell some pregnant customer how spankings are the best discipline or something. Mainly because I’m usually at the next table yelling “hey Rita, less chit chat about time outs and more getting my Surf-n-Turf platter in front of me”. But Pregnant Julie declares “I don’t care if you’re Michelle Duggar and have been around the block 19 times. If I would like your opinion on babies, boobies or birthing, I’ll ask” which is a bit dismissive and know-it-all for a first time mom. I guess checking the “What To Expect” website every day makes her more of an expert than a woman who turned her vagina into a baby clown car.
I could have agreed with her if she had made the post about how random strangers come up and start rubbing your belly or touching your baby. Invading someone’s personal space and touching their body without being invited is so crazy rude I think we could all support someone complaining about that. But some saleslady asking a routine question is not exactly an assault on personal privacy.
Seriously, I’m sorry the checkout girl at Starbucks smiled and asked you about a very visible physical state that some women are delighted to talk about with anyone, anywhere, at every opportunity. How trying for the pregnant women of the world to deal with other people wanting to share your happiness! Julie is such a hero for standing up and saying “stop asking me about an event that many women would kill to experience” and preserving Private Pregnancy Rights for future generations. So fecund, so brave.
A new Instagram terms of service update is causing internet wide freaking out. Apparently Instagram has announced that starting January 16th they have the right to sell your photos for commercial use – without compensating users:
Some or all of the Service may be supported by advertising revenue. To help us deliver interesting paid or sponsored content or promotions, you agree that a business or other entity may pay us to display your username, likeness, photos (along with any associated metadata), and/or actions you take, in connection with paid or sponsored content or promotions, without any compensation to you. If you are under the age of eighteen (18), or under any other applicable age of majority, you represent that at least one of your parents or legal guardians has also agreed to this provision (and the use of your name, likeness, username, and/or photos (along with any associated metadata)) on your behalf.
Users have no choice to opt out of such use other than deleting their account before January 16th. In fact, they apparently no longer even intend to inform users of sponsored content, period:
You acknowledge that we may not always identify paid services, sponsored content, or commercial communications as such.
While the first portion of the updated “Rights” claims “Instagram does not claim ownership of any Content that you post on or through the Service”, it goes on to inform users “[i]nstead, you hereby grant to Instagram a non-exclusive, fully paid and royalty-free, transferable, sub-licensable, worldwide license to use the Content that you post on or through the Service”. Sure, that seems legit.
I can’t wait to see the gigantic blow up the first time Instagram sells some mommy blogger’s blurry baby photo!
Topping the list this year is none other than A BOOK SHE “WROTE”.
Aside from the fact that the Operation Beautiful are largely a collection of stories and Post-It notes, what the hell is with the shameless self-promotion?
Though HTP admitted it’s a shameless plug, it doesn’t make it less eye roll worthy. In fact, she even asked readers to “allow [her] another shameless plug” at the end of the post. If you have to ask “permission” on your own blog, perhaps you are doing it wrong.
Jessica Quirk, thinks you’re rude, inexplicably continues her “personal style blog” at What I Wore. Yesterday’s groundbreaking outfit – which Jessica called “sexy” – was wtf enough for me to need some GOMIBLOG commenter response therapy.
What IS this? First of all, oh look nude shoes…again. Second, this woman seems to dress in a way to purposely invite speculation about whether her uterus is occupied. I also had a little trouble at first figuring out whether those were wrinkles or panty lines. And don’t get me started on those Carmen Miranda necklaces that all the bloggers are wearing now.
Please tell me I’m not the only one still shaking my head over Messica’s outfits.
Britton Delizia, “a 25 year old mother of one , im 5’7” and stay around 140 pounds”, is tired of thin, athletic, attractive women being made to feel horrible about themselves. In order to combat the rampant discrimination against non-fat girls, Britton has created a Kickstarter project to fund a book full of inspirational photos like the one above.
Why should a woman have to apologize for wanting to be fit?
Why should a woman have to apologize because she likes to run? or eat healthy? or just has the metabolism that is geared to keep weight at bay?
…I think this book will probably upset a few people, i think it will be looked at wrong by some people..
But.. if it just makes it into the hands of ONE little girl who feels like she has to be overweight to fit in with the current 70% of the overweight population of America, and it gives her the strength to know that being healthy isnt a bad thing.
Um…wut? Who out on planet earth is telling young women they need to be overweight??? And seriously, “No child should be taught that being healthy , or active, or pretty , means your [sic] dirty, or dumb”? I’m pretty sure not knowing the difference between “your” and “you’re” is what makes people judge your intelligence, not whether you have six pack abs.
I really hope this gets funded. If there’s anything the world needs it’s a book full of Gretchen Wieners whining about how hard it is to be thin and pretty.