Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of February 23, 2025
• Public libraries are great places to take a nap, apparently. And their furniture is ideal for grinding corn chips into crumbs.
• A true sign of an aging Gen Xer is finding yourself not just appreciating the cultural impact of the Bee Gees, but starting to actually enjoy them.
• Is it misogyny that I get nervous speaking to women who are taller than me? Because I feel the same way when that person—of any sex or gender—is younger than me. So, am I an ageist-misogynist? Or am I just self-conscious about my very dull, very average height?
• Most people are comfortable with compromise. Those who are not will always be the problem.
• Emotions play no role in real estate. The blood, sweat, and tears you put into your home is your value alone. If feelings actually had any economic impact, we wouldn’t have foreclosures.
• One of the sexiest archetypes is the elder, weathered bar wench. Sure, she’s a saggy, wrinkled remnant of her undoubtedly troubled youth, but she holds it all together well, and there’s still plenty of zest and fire in those dulling eyes and aging heart. Thing is, you could never fuck her. Because she would fuck you.
