I made some quick reminder cards for #thelipoff and you can totally share them. I sized them for Twitter.

What is this thing I’m always on about?

It’s just a call for selfies. I like to see how you are. And I wanna encourage you to crush that Friday and own all your foes and enemies and look great doing it. You don’t have to put on lipstick. You can wear just plain lip balm. I just wanna see all you babes. I consider babes to be a neutral term, so yes you can participate fellas. Plus, this is a fun way to see color swatches too and ask someone how a product wears and applies.

Pick something, selfie, tell me what it is and share. Tag it up so you can see all the others joining in. 




Tbh I’m afraid to go to Portland. I’ve heard bad things about it and everyone who lives there, including its local squirrels and mushrooms, no offense.

What if I get attacked by a gang of kombucha homebrewers? What if a young tattooed couple hits me with their $1400 baby stroller? What if someone hands me a hempen flyer for a Christian hot yoga meetup? It’s too dangerous.

Here’s the thing - you don’t always get to apologize. You can want to do it. But the other person doesn’t have to hear it or accept. There will be things in life you will not get to apologize for. I think it is utter bollocks how much we emphasize forgive and forget and all that. And I find it maddening when people tell me I need to “hear someone out” or “listen to their apology.” Nope. I’m not going to absolve you and tell you it’s ok when you should have been a decent human being in the first place. I don’t have to forgive you because I don’t have to keep terrible people around. 

I had someone text me today, basically acting as a proxy saying that someone wanted my email address because they wanted to apologize for past transgressions. One, I was furious this person would elect to have a go-between because wow be an adult. Two, I am not hard to get in touch with. Especially with this person had emailed me in the past. Honey, you have my address. Don’t send your friend in to test the waters to see if you should apologize. If you intend to do it you should one hundred precent own your actions. But don’t use someone else as a crutch and have me awkwardly get mad because you dragged them in on this.

You know what you should have done? Believed me in the first place. You’re part of the problem.

Dance music needs riot grrrls. Dance music needs Patti Smith. It needs DJ Sprinkles. Dance music needs some discomfort with its euphoria. Dance music needs salt in its wounds. Dance music needs women over the age of 40. Dance needs breastfeeding DJs trying to get their kids to sleep before they have to play. Dance needs cranky queers and teenagers who are really tired of this shit. Dance music needs writers and critics and academics and historians. Dance music needs poor people and people who don’t have the right shoes to get into the club. Dance music needs shirts without collars. Dance music needs people who struggled all week. Dance music needs people that had to come before midnight because they couldn’t afford full admission. Dance music does not need more of the status quo.