Refraction

catherinette is a French word denoting an unmarried woman who’s at least twenty-five. I am quite aware that I only have a couple years before that will be me. Suitable, though, I guess.

Last night, my father seemed to take an interest in my romantic life for the first time ever, ¹I do not talk to my parents ever about anything really meaningful. and basically said he was afraid I’d become a spinster. ²I think I can pull off crazy cat lady okay, though.

“Catherine, if you have a chance to get married in your 20s…. do it. You don’t want to get to your 30s… [your older, single 30-something cousins], I don’t think they’ll get married…. You’ll never find someone who’s 100%, you know, everyone has their flaws and you just have to cope.”

All I can say in return is, “It’s a big step between, ‘Hey, I like you a lot’ and ‘Let’s get married!’ ³I confess that I never really thought I’d ever get married when I was younger.”

I don’t post about much these days; few things seem worthy of the trouble of opening up WordPress, and those that are I’d prefer not to discuss on an open blog.

But anyway. This xkcd comic is about the Henry Gates/James Crowley affair, and for that alone it’s pretty good… but the title-text puts it over the top.

My biology grad student friends tell me that different types of alcohol don’t actually have different effects. I trust their expertise, not because of the ‘biology’ part, but because of the ‘grad student’.