According to the laws of English semantics, “bougie” would be vocalized as bau̇-ZHee and “boujee” as bau̇-ˈjē, neither of which is how we pronounce the word we’re thinking of.
“Bourgeois,” the parent word for the one we’re referring to, is pronounced büzh-ZHwä — close, but still not exactly what we’re looking for.
Therefore, the correct way to spell it is “bourgie,” which would be pronounced büzh-(ˌ)jē.
> “I don’t care how unattractive a person might be, if you work somewhere I would like to, then I’m hoping for a match.”
Bingo. Doing this used to throw my moral compass into a bit of a frenzy. Soon I learned it’s actually not all that bad to just be upfront with the ol’ gal and tell her you’re really just looking for friends, not a romantic relationship nor a hookup.
Somewhat surprisingly, I’ve actually made some new, genuine friends while simultaneously expanding my professional network by doing this.
And as long as there are no client meetings scheduled, you have a Realspace Harrington II Highback chair and the conference rooms have Mesh Task chairs.
You nailed it. My most recent ex tried to convince me that I was a nutcase because I referenced old texts and phone calls as evidence disproving her numerous lies. I even almost believed she was right, until I realized she was just grasping at anything possible in panicked desperation to feel validated for her behavior.
I agree that minimizing the amount of toxicity in your life is essential to one’s overall mental and emotional health. Remove that shit, get it out of sight and move on.
But don’t permanently delete it. Archive it somewhere out of reach that’s relatively difficult to access — but accessible nonetheless. Purging your mailbox – whether it be text, email or voice – on a frequent schedule (say, once a week/month) could potentially lead to a situation where referencing the dated material would have been to your benefit.
I.E.: A girl you dated long ago randomly comes back into your life at a time when you’re in a happy, healthy relationship. Though you’re happy with your current boo-thang, the nostalgia hits and you begin daydreaming about “what could have been” if the ex hadn’t dumped you. You revisit old texts b/w the two of you out of curiosity, wondering if reading them will stir up some kind of dormant emotional affection.
However, as you read through them you realize that you weren’t as happy with her as your memory would have you believe. You pick up on red flags that had previously gone unnoticed. Reading through the old texts is surprisingly therapeutic, and by the time you reach the end of the thread you’re different in at least two critical ways:
1) Your feelings for your current girl have grown as you’re now more aware of all the ways she is better than the ex, and…
2) You realize that her final text before dumping you, the one you held onto for so long that made it difficult to really let her go, it wasn’t an expression of love. It was just a deliberately manipulative act meant to string you along. Knowing this makes it easy to politely yet firmly sever that line of communication for good.
Maintaining a paper trail of all your interactions and transactions is just a good life-skill most responsible adults would be well to practice. And in today’s “digital world,” doing so is extremely simple — so simple that it’s hard for me to understand why some people refuse to do it.
H E B? Well golly, you mean to tell me I accumulated all of this student loan debt only to get a job with a company that’s not even on the list when I could be happier bagging groceries for soccer moms?
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Joke’s on you — nobody ever invites me to parties.
According to the laws of English semantics, “bougie” would be vocalized as bau̇-ZHee and “boujee” as bau̇-ˈjē, neither of which is how we pronounce the word we’re thinking of.
“Bourgeois,” the parent word for the one we’re referring to, is pronounced büzh-ZHwä — close, but still not exactly what we’re looking for.
Therefore, the correct way to spell it is “bourgie,” which would be pronounced büzh-(ˌ)jē.
That shit’s impossible I swear to god. Never managed to find a group consistent and competent enough to help me out of platinum.
Or maybe I just suck ass. Idk.
> “I don’t care how unattractive a person might be, if you work somewhere I would like to, then I’m hoping for a match.”
Bingo. Doing this used to throw my moral compass into a bit of a frenzy. Soon I learned it’s actually not all that bad to just be upfront with the ol’ gal and tell her you’re really just looking for friends, not a romantic relationship nor a hookup.
Somewhat surprisingly, I’ve actually made some new, genuine friends while simultaneously expanding my professional network by doing this.
Didn’t know malls sold booze and Xanax.
Unless it’s a store with entrances on the outer walls, a trip to the mall is never worth the time and effort it demands.
And as long as there are no client meetings scheduled, you have a Realspace Harrington II Highback chair and the conference rooms have Mesh Task chairs.
Dri-Fit tan with a bit of hair on your chest > bronzed, toned and waxed.
Honorable Mentions: Scout, Bentley, Bailey, Maggie, Lucy
WTF? Carbs so close to the big day?! Despicable.
The hobby question is especially pointless for those of us who legitimately enjoy doing boring shit.
You nailed it. My most recent ex tried to convince me that I was a nutcase because I referenced old texts and phone calls as evidence disproving her numerous lies. I even almost believed she was right, until I realized she was just grasping at anything possible in panicked desperation to feel validated for her behavior.
I agree that minimizing the amount of toxicity in your life is essential to one’s overall mental and emotional health. Remove that shit, get it out of sight and move on.
But don’t permanently delete it. Archive it somewhere out of reach that’s relatively difficult to access — but accessible nonetheless. Purging your mailbox – whether it be text, email or voice – on a frequent schedule (say, once a week/month) could potentially lead to a situation where referencing the dated material would have been to your benefit.
I.E.: A girl you dated long ago randomly comes back into your life at a time when you’re in a happy, healthy relationship. Though you’re happy with your current boo-thang, the nostalgia hits and you begin daydreaming about “what could have been” if the ex hadn’t dumped you. You revisit old texts b/w the two of you out of curiosity, wondering if reading them will stir up some kind of dormant emotional affection.
However, as you read through them you realize that you weren’t as happy with her as your memory would have you believe. You pick up on red flags that had previously gone unnoticed. Reading through the old texts is surprisingly therapeutic, and by the time you reach the end of the thread you’re different in at least two critical ways:
1) Your feelings for your current girl have grown as you’re now more aware of all the ways she is better than the ex, and…
2) You realize that her final text before dumping you, the one you held onto for so long that made it difficult to really let her go, it wasn’t an expression of love. It was just a deliberately manipulative act meant to string you along. Knowing this makes it easy to politely yet firmly sever that line of communication for good.
Also, as a side note, it’s not the *text* messages themselves that often take up so much space. It’s the media attachments that really get ya.
Maintaining a paper trail of all your interactions and transactions is just a good life-skill most responsible adults would be well to practice. And in today’s “digital world,” doing so is extremely simple — so simple that it’s hard for me to understand why some people refuse to do it.
Looks like you forgot everyone’s favorite for this year’s derby: Patch, the one-eyed pony — http://abcnews.go.com/Entertainment/patch-eyed-horse-competing-kentucky-derby-lovable-underdog/story?id=47226080
“Hey man, you almost here?”
deFries continues to perpetuate his image as a bourgie young professional with yet another quality piece.
Yikes, you have to be there before 7? That’s rough.
H E B? Well golly, you mean to tell me I accumulated all of this student loan debt only to get a job with a company that’s not even on the list when I could be happier bagging groceries for soccer moms?