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Brad’s reminding us ALL it’s only Monday. It’s not even 8:30 in the morning, and I know today’s going to be a complete rush of nonsense.

“There will never be a new world order until women are a part of it.”

Alice Paul was born today in 1885, and pioneered all sorts of suffrage rights for women, including the 19th amendment granting women the right to vote. Though, can we come up with another word for suffrage?! Sounds so dreadfully sinister, don’t you think?

SO GUYS. I’ve been probably (okay, ultimately!) the worst at, uh, actually attending art shows lately. But I’m getting better – I’m already scheduling myself to see not one, but two (two!) art shows this month.

The first one is “Eye Pop: The Celebrity Gaze” at the National Portrait Gallery. I’m all about embodying Katy Perry’s stare to approaching strangers (and, like, if I could get away with this outfit, I would), so it would make sense for me to want to go. I spend so much damn time looking at magazines while doing my very best half-attempt on the arc trainer though, that I have low hopes for this meeting “high art” expectations.

The second one is “Gauguin to Picasso: The Staechelin & Im Obersteg Collections at the Phillips. Though, UGH, I legitimately f’ing hate Paul Gauguin, I’m going to go. See, the thing is, I promised my mother I’d better at interacting with things I dislike…like blind dates and whiny children (though, please God, don’t let these be related).

PS: Katy represents 2016 idealized…Picasso’s Absinthe Drinker is 2016, realized.

This boyfriend can do all he wants with his imaginary “Win, Lose, or Draw,” but I am only interested in this shallow pool of silver. And I guess his muscles.