The Anthropology of the Anthropologie Sample Sale
So the thing that nobody tells you about a lumbar ESI is that they comprise a “it’s gonna get worse before it gets better” kind of…
Discovering Poisonwood, with a little help from my future MIL
Sometimes, when I read a good book, I find myself seriously freaking out. It’s like, “How have I lived this long without having read this book…
The Plague of Stuff: We Buy, Who Pays?
Towards the end of every semester, I ask my anthropology students to conduct an inventory of their closets. It is both a nod to In Small…
Throwback Thursday: Barefoot in the Faculty Lounge
The college semester is starting up again although I lucked out with an extra week of prep time thanks to Martin Luther King Day. Here’s a…
The Importance of Being Curtained
I’m pretty sure my new neighbors think I’m a lesbian. They haven’t said anything to me directly but there have been whispers, apparently, that my dad…
Barefoot in the Faculty Lounge
In my infinite wisdom, I decided to wear my (fake) snakeskin peep toe stilettos this morning. Why? Well, I was teaching my first summer class of…
Of Musical Chairs and Capitalism
I like teaching anthropology, I really do. But after a while it starts to mess with your head. Take yesterday for example. I was sitting on…
Sushi in a Box
One of the interesting things about teaching anthropology is that you end up wearing your anthropologist’s hat ALL of the time. As such, as simple purchase…
All the Single Ladies (and the science to back it up?)
So I’m on the phone with my new author friend, Tamara Duricka Johnson, (‘cause I’m cool like that) and she (being rather cool herself) asks, “Have…
Of Pandas and Pigeons, or How to Bag a Brit
It’s that time again: time for me to quit whining about my love life and let someone else take center stage while I continue fretting over…
Of Cheesecake, Waffles and Waffling
I really don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to professional organizations and their associated conferences. Over the years, I’ve learned the basics (ie. you…
The Exercise of Reason
It was bound to happen sooner or later—and this, my friends, is why I should probably stop embarking upon pseudo-scientific “experiments.” Experiments, you see, require procedures,…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 