What I Saw On My Birthday – A Video

by Miss Britt on January 20, 2010 47 Comments »

So, there are tons and tons of pictures and stories to tell from my 30th birthday party.
But, well, um, I’m still kind of too busy to put all those together for you.  So instead, I’m going to be really lazy and show you the video that was played during my birthday party.

Miss Britt’s 30th Birthday [...]

Truth In Blogging: Some People Are Bitches

by Miss Britt on November 23, 2009 49 Comments »

I’m not perfect.
None of you are surprised to hear that, I know.  But my point is that not only am I not perfect, but I have no desire to appear perfect.  Not to you or anyone.
There’s too much pressure in perfection.  Besides, most people know it’s a lie, don’t they?  I know I have, at [...]

What To Say When You Don’t Know What To Say

by Miss Britt on October 20, 2009 73 Comments »

I spent most of the day Monday pissed off.
I didn’t have one specific reason.  I was just… annoyed.  I was frustrated with passive aggressive behavior being directed around me – because the point of passive aggressive is that it’s never direct exactly at you.  I was ticked off thinking about crappy friends.  I was annoyed [...]

Decoder Rings Do Not Come With Comments

by Miss Britt on September 4, 2009 No Comments »

There is no good way to ease into this.
My husband, Jared, and I have decided to separate for 3 months.
No, we’re not getting divorced.  Yes, I understand that separation is, in many instances, the “first step towards a divorce”.  And it is, if I’m being honest, a possible outcome here.  But it is not, by [...]

Don’t Cry For Me, Argentina (or Internet) (or Mom)

by Miss Britt on September 2, 2009 56 Comments »

I am not a victim.
Since Monday, I have been overwhelmed with emails, text messages, voice mails and twitters of concern.
I’m sorry, the say.
Are you OK?, they ask.
And every time I read or hear those words, I cringe a little at having evoked a misplaced surge of encouragement.
Don’t be sorry, I say.
I’m OK.
I’m not surprised, of [...]

If I Say “The Weekend: A Photo Essay” It Sounds More Interesting.

by Miss Britt on August 10, 2009 43 Comments »

Friday night, there was this:
And this is Heather drinking absinthe in a fancy cafe in Atlanta.
And because she did it, I figured I would do it.  But do it cooler.  So I ordered an Absinthe Frappé. Because, I thought, an absinthe smoothie sounds awesome.  And if a frappuccino is a cappuccino frozen, then an absinthe [...]

And Jesus Would Say: Never Unfollow Someone Just Because They Unfollowed You

by Miss Britt on August 6, 2009 160 Comments »

Sarah pointed me to an article in Wired that pretty much sums up my philosophy on life.
Or, at the very least, the point I’ve been trying to make in an ongoing argument with Avitable recently.*
The entire article is a long list of new rules of behavior for “highly evolved humans” – aka, people living in [...]

Growth. Which is not the same as good writing. Clearly.

by Miss Britt on August 4, 2009 31 Comments »

I’ve written a lot of really personal stuff here.
I’ve talked about my marriage – the good and the bad.  I’ve documented my depression as it was happening.  I’ve used this blog to communicate with my husband via “open letters“, often revealing on the blog things I couldn’t say face to face.
And yet, yesterday, I wrote [...]

Miss Britt Goes To BlogHer And Makes An Ass Of Herself: Part One.

by Miss Britt on July 28, 2009 77 Comments »

First let me say that any and all BlogHer recaps here will be woefully short on the pretty pictures, because one of the very first things I did in Chicago was drop and break my point and shoot camera.
Y’all are stuck with having to read real and actual words.  Sorry.
SO – Wednesday morning I woke [...]

In Which I Educate My Mom On Whoredom And Decide Not To Bitch To The Internet. For Once.

by Miss Britt on July 8, 2009 55 Comments »

“Alright, Mom.  I have to go.”
Our morning conversation was beginning to bleed into my working hours and I could no longer ignore the screams from my inbox.
“OK, baby.  I love you.”
“I love you, too.  Thanks for listening to me be a raging whore all morning.”
“Mmm… I’d say raging bitch.”
“Oh.  Right.”
“Technically I don’t think I can [...]

Portrait of a Mother

by Miss Britt on June 12, 2009 35 Comments »

She answered the door wearing neither makeup nor shoes.
She wore a t-shirt and cut off denim shorts and a closely cropped haircut that was devoid of any styling product.  She smiled as she opened her home to me and quietly invited me in.  She seemed a little meek and unsure of how to greet me.
Shit, [...]

OH. The consequences of personal blogging.

by Miss Britt on May 22, 2009 108 Comments »

I’ve been writing on this blog for almost three years.  It has always been a personal blog – more personal than most, I’ve been told.  But it wasn’t until recently that I understood why so many people were baffled by my openness here.
Tuesday night, Adam and I arranged to have dinner with a blogger who [...]

I swear to God I’m going to have to be on Leno before these bastards take me seriously

by Miss Britt on April 3, 2009 65 Comments »

You know why I love the Internets?
Because the Internets doesn’t ask questions.
If you tell the Internet that you were in Glamour magazine, they promise to run right out and buy the issue as soon as it hits newsstands.  Hell, they’ll probably be the first ones to tell you they saw you in a national magazine.  [...]

This digital mom is giving away sex toys. So there.

by Miss Britt on March 10, 2009 46 Comments »

If you’re looking for something for free, scroll to the bottom of this post. Lazy bastards.
I mentioned last week that I decided to launch a review site about the things women buy and the things women want to buy. I have to assume that, if you’re anything like me, you gave at least [...]

And once again, The Internet will be playing the role of Family

by Miss Britt on March 2, 2009 58 Comments »

“Are all of your friends bloggers?” Susan was looking around my house at the birthday party guests that had arrived. It was hard to miss the fact that nearly all of the adults were faces she recognized from twitter or some other Internet portal.
“Well, a lot of them are,” I explained.
“Man, none of my [...]