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From the Grammar Diva who has a fondness for phobias, here are some entertaining ones that may ruin your social season.

FEAR OF…

Alcohol – methyphobia [Understandable, just don’t hang out with me.]

Anything New – neophobia [Change is always hard.]

Church – ecclesiophobia [The structure will not hurt you unless it collapses on you.]

Cooking  – mageirocophobia [New York-area people: What is cooking?]

Dolls – pediophobia [Oh, so true. If you didn’t watch the ventriloquist or mannequin episodes of The Twilight Zone, check out this book I loved as a child that my mother just got out of her storage unit. Disturbed would be a mild reaction. WTF are adults in charge of childhood entertainment doing? And furthermore, why did I like this damn book?)

Eating – phagophobia [Another excuse for anorexia.]

Holy things – hagiophobia [A friend went home with a guy who had shrines/ relics to the Holy Lord everywhere. How can you Marvin Gaye and Get It On with that staring at you? #sinners]

Home – ecophobia [I get it if you only had terrible memories.] I am still very much a “home is where the heart is” and, like, my family is EVERYTHING. My own home is EVEN BETTER. I’m a homebody?

Ice or Frost – pagophobia [I have a medical condition and totally relate.]

Kissing – philemaphobia [TRAGIC. Completely TRAGIC.]

Laughter – geliophobia [Again, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?]

Light – photophobia [Most people I know are opposite. Does that mean we’re optimistic?]

Memories – mnemophobia [We all have bad ones…]

Religion – theophobia [no need to be afraid unless it’s corrupting your life. I mean, we live in a free world where you do not have to believe in anything.]

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My current truth.

Lyrics here for reference.

Thanks @nicki_lo for introducing me to all of @sarabareillesI would have forgotten the music of that night if you didn’t cover this song like a boss. Ed. update: And was reminded how much I love you singing this song when you did a late night cover 11/6/16.

Kent School_laundry

I picked up my clean and perfectly folded laundry this evening from “panty-man” (my name for Felix) and he informed me that he packaged my belongings in a new bag because mine (my Kent School laundry bag) was “falling apart,” and “Gia, no charge but that one is just…done; it’s not working out for you.”

But I don’t use other bags! Every other laundry bag I’ve bought is terrible and could be called a “dumb-bag,” so I rely on my Kent one.

I’ve already had to retire my Camp Seafarer laundry bag (reserved for whites) because it really did have too many holes to function. Rock it, North Carolina.

While not emotionally attached to anything made out of material, I realized these bags happen to be the best and have lasted decades. Other laundry bags have just not been good to me. They are too long; I am too short. I do not like synthetic blends, the list goes on, etc.

(BTW, I recently saw a Kent laundry bag in my BFF’s apt. I am not the only one who still relies on it, and therefore feel OK admitting this.)

I think my issue with panty-man Felix is “Why didn’t you ask before replacing it?” But to him it was a matter of, “Darling, I’m doing you—and your devoted team here—a favor. We cannot work like this.”

Well, I cannot carry some no-name bag that has no functionality. It’s my Kent laundry bag and is still the sturdiest (yes, with a few holes) perfect package and I want to use it.

Rip my soul, then. If there will be no bag, I welcome you to arrange everything in my closets and drawers as well. I cannot walk a block carrying anything else, even if you fold everything as perfectly as you do.

Change is always difficult, *sigh.*


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