I really like this song. I heard it several times in Bali in November, so at first I was listening to it because it reminded me of that part of my trip. Lately, however, it has become a sad song, because it has been swirling around my head during all this bad news, the background music to my dawning realization that my dream is over.
1. Loudly state “$PLACE has so many beautiful women” or “$ETHNIC_GROUP women are so hot.”
When my idiot dog thinks I’m going to make her walk next to the road (she hates cars) so she runs uphill into the woods instead of coming with me to do another loop around the trail.
I’ve been a fan of Lululemon since 2005. I’ve stuck by the brand through all its scandals, including not-really-“seaweed-infused” fabric (Who buys clothes for their seaweed-related properties anyway?), see-through pants (you learn to check carefully in the changeroom’s 3-way mirrors), and the founder’s size-ist comments (he’s since stepped down as CEO).
I can forgive all that. But today – in subjugating me to their atrocious gift-return policy – Lululemon finally went too far.
I’ve been using, and loving, my MacBook Pro since 2013. So when I went to replace it a few months ago, I didn’t even bother to go into the Apple store—I just ordered the 2018 version online.
I thought it would be much like the Pro I was replacing, except lighter and without a CD drive.
I was wrong.
So, so wrong.
Which leads me to ask: WTF is Apple doing?
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