So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
"Talk Dirty to Me" covered by Postmodern Jukebox
This week, we decided to find out how Jason Derulo’s “Talk Dirty” would sound if it was written as a traditional klezmer tune. Robyn even painstakingly translated the rap by 2 Chainz into Yiddish (file that one under: Things You Can Only See on the Internet).
This is incredible.
Everything these guys do is perfect
Having a soulmate is not always about love. You can find your soulmate in a friendship too.
when someone mentions marvel
When someone mentions Doctor Who
When someone mentions Sherlock
When someone mentions Supernatural…or doesn’t, either way
When someone mentions Firefly.
When someone mentions Dark Souls