If only we got paid for this...

...there would be a new definition of job security.

Oh, sweet bunnies. It's only been about 14 hours since our last post, and yet, so much has happened. First, the Handmaiden of Passive Aggression got a haircut:



































And THEN she showed it off to the rest of the Trio, of which JAB couldn't resist sharing some of her world-class witty conversation:


* Mary: I'm not like spiky hair crazy girl.
* Me: You are now!
* Mary: I look like a dyke from the back.
* Me: This is true. But a hot one.


Oh, but bunnies! Julia then consulted her BloggingLifecasting for Dummies handbook and realized that perhaps she does not want to offend the Gays (even the lady ones). So she amended it:

* Mary: I'm not like spiky hair crazy girl.
* Me: You are now!


And then, while we were asleep, Our Lady of Introspection, true to her name, decided that it was an important time to give back to the world. You know, *do* something. She writes (Feb 3 - 2:14am):

Do something

I’ve always been a huge advocate for animal rights - in high school, I was president of the Animal Protection Club, I volunteered and sent part of my allowance to a no-kill cat shelter. (It’s also the reason I don’t eat meat.)

But I’ll be honest - I haven’t done much with the cause since I graduated from college. I’ve donated a few times, but nothing more than that. I don’t know why that is, exactly. I wonder if it’s something that happens to a lot of young people when they leave school and enter into the work world: career survival mode kicks in and they put blinders on.

Perhaps that’s what’s happened to me.

Perhaps, Jules. Because you speak for all "young people" and you know exactly how much they give back in their 20s.

Anyway, Julia wasn't completely oblivious to fighting the good fight in her post-college youth:

Two years ago, I tried to start a charity that delivered “gently-read” magazines to women’s shelters. My thinking was this: I had subscriptions to about 14 publications, which I would read, then stack in the hallway for recycling (or, in the case of The New Yorker, look at the cover, then stack in the hallway for recycling). On more than one occasion, as I was lugging the 27 pounds of perfect good escapism, I thought, “I really wish this were going somewhere useful.”

To me, that was battered women’s shelters - a place where, more than anything - you just want to get your mind off your own life for an hour. (Despite this whole “internet” thing, magazines are still pretty good at doing that.) Anyway, my idea was to set up boxes at the bottom of Manhattan apartment buildings, so that people could leave once-read periodicals at their convenience. Then, every week, we’d pick them up and drop them at the interested shelters.

Great plan. Except … when we called the shelters, they weren’t as interested as I had expected. And I didn’t even have money to pay for rent (at the time), let alone fund and organize a start-up charity.

Out of all the things you could have done, Jules, in your pretty, privileged existence, this is what you came up with? Maybe you should stick to dropping off used magazines at the gym. Or Mary's gym. Hell, I suppose just recycling them is a big step for you.

Anyway, she continues:

I’ll be honest - I still don’t have the money. Not even close. But I can do something, and that’s start a conversation here.

Hold on, Jules. We don't know much about your financial situation, other than the fact that it's widely reported that Star paid you six figures to be its talking head. But listen, sweetie. You're flying around the world (business class, as you made sure to make it clear; that is, when you're not on other people's private jets), spending $300 a pop to rent designer dresses (or did you get that for free?) and milking whoever you can for free goods. Maybe the money you're spending on your little business endeavor could be used for a better cause. One question: How much of your future "Fuck You" money will you allocate to charitable expenses?

While in Davos, I had the pleasure of meeting Nancy Lublin, the founder of Dress for Success and the CEO of Do Something!, a charity aimed at increasing teenage activism. I’ve asked her to be a guest on the TMIweekly episode we’re taping about women’s charities on February 10th, and hopefully her schedule will allow it.

In the meantime, I want to start doing little things - and I DON’T mean attending Charity Galas. Those have always struck me as … well, you know, I was about to say “disingenuous,” but who am I to say how organizations should raise their capital? I just want to do something more personal.

I guess it takes one to know one.

So - how is it you give back to the world? Especially when you’re in the Career Survival Mode and you can’t write a check?

Email Julia@NonSociety.com

Quite the Mother Teresa, she is. Inspirational.

Anyway, moving on. Then we learn, bunnies, that JAB's tweet about the inappropriate crush (see post below) has been deleted. Scandalous!

And finally, new intern Lisa lays down the law over at the QOD:

QOD Commenting Policy:

1. All responses that pertain to the question at hand will remain.

2. Answer the QOD as if you are writing to someone you respect (your mother, maybe?).

3. If you have any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism for Nonsociety, then congratulate yourself by repeating this phrase four times: "I am smart and wonderful".

Good Luck!

Lisa
P.S. The deletion machanism is buggy, please be patient.

Wait, so does that mean that constructive criticism is allowed, or that only then may we congratulate ourselves for it? You need to be more clear, Miss L.

Ah, and there's an addendum:

I forgot to add...

If you do not have anything nice to say, please do not visit this site! These ladies have hundreds of thousands of fans and do not need the page views from haters anyways. So go F yourself haters!!!

Wow, another intern schooled in the Mary Rambin methods of page-view analysis and reader-relationship-building. How refreshing. Anyway, we tend to agree, Haters. Leave your comments here!