Lance Bass Might Have The Best Instagram Ever

I follow Lance Bass, (of N*SYNC, obvi), on Instagram for many reasons. His dog videos are one of those reasons. YOU’RE WELCOME.

Help Me Decorate Our First Christmas Tree

Christmas Tree

I’m not going to stand here and say that E and I have a better Christmas tree than everyone else in Los Angeles. Because even though that’s absolutely true, it wouldn’t be in the spirit of the holidays, or whatever.

Last night, we decided it was time to get a tree. We have a new apartment now, so it’s time to fill it with new things. And sure, I’m sure some of you will wail, “But Erin, you don’t have practical things, like a proper dining room table or a couch that fits more than two people!” But to those people I say, “We’ll be damned if we don’t have something to make our house smell like the forest!”

I had spotted a place earlier in the week that looked acceptable. There were trees. There were lights. It was perfect. We took my Prius over to what we soon discovered was a former mechanics garage, or more officially, “Delancey Street Christmas Trees.”

Christmas Trees in Los Feliz

There were a few gentleman in zip-up hoodies waiting outside for us. Fellas that easily could have been the former mechanics from the garage. One of them was missing a bottom tooth.

No bother, we walked around the rows of fir trees. Or pines. Look, I don’t know the names of different firs, I won’t lie to you, but they did, and they told us all about the different kinds we might find on our shopping trip.

“There’s the [I can’t remember the name of it] fir, and it has sort of silvery leaves,” one mechanic-elf said.

Those ones were beautiful, by the way, but we were looking for something a little more traditional. A little more green. A little less expensive.

Which is when we happened to meet our newest house guest. She stood proud and full, closer to the back and out of the glaring spotlight. Yet, it was as if a halo of some invisible light shone around her.

“I like this one,” I said. “She’s nice,” E replied.

Before we knew it, we’d paid the elves a handful of cash, and they went to work on tying her to the roof of our car.

Tree tied to the roof

(Side note: How dashing is E here?!)

We tipped the elves, got in our car, and gingerly tottered down Los Feliz Boulevard and back to our apartment. Getting it into the elevator was also relatively easy, thanks to E, mainly, because lord knows that tree was just as tall as me and I cannot do heavy lifting.

She now sits in our dining room with two decorations proudly on her: a big red bow, and a reindeer ornament that E bought me for our 6-month anniversary last year. (Though, my former landlord once told me it was a “nice donkey.”)

We’ll be getting her some new accessories this weekend, but if anyone has any suggestions for easy and inexpensive options for the tree, please do share!

6 Things I’ve Been Reading This Week

Folks, here’s a fun fact: I’m currently in the midst of serving jury duty. I don’t know if I’m even allowed to say that, (Is this government watching me type this?!), but there you have it. What I’ve learned about jury duty, is that it’s insanely long. Like, the hours you normally spend happily living life, somehow stretch off and into a cement-walled eternity.

All that being said, it’s given me plenty of time to catch up on some READING. And this week has definitely seen its fair share of great reads:

  • Joe Jonas wrote a piece with the help of some Vulture staff about what it’s really like to be a Jonas Brother. He talks about sex, that pesky promise ring, and all of his fellow Disney kids. Here’s a quote I enjoyed:

“The first time I smoked weed was with Demi and Miley. I must have been 17 or 18. They kept saying, “Try it! Try it!” so I gave it a shot, and it was all right. I don’t even smoke weed that often anymore…”

Joe Jonas, photographed by Andreas Laszlo Konrath.

Joe Jonas, photographed by Andreas Laszlo Konrath.

  • Rape culture is becoming talked about more and more now. And a lot of women have been coming forward to speak out about their experiences with sexual assault. BuzzFeed’s Jessica Testa wrote a piece about exactly WHY they are starting to do this. She has interviews with some of the women you might recognize from news stories, and gets down to the reasons why they’ve decided to tell their story. It’s an incredibly empowering story.
  • Have you heard of pug shaming? I laughed until I was literally weeping with tears of joy. You’re welcome.

Pug Shaming Is Awesome


  • Jessie Rosen’s article about things she still can’t do at the age of 30 made me feel better, and it also made me laugh.
  • Here’s an insane story we all should be reading about: An Italian immigrant in the UK was pregnant, and the UK decided to take her baby from her by means of an involuntary c-section. It has been 15 months since her baby was taken, and she still hasn’t been able to even address the idea of getting custody back. It’s an insane human rights story.
  • Mental Floss’s holiday gift guide is organized by what type of person you’re shopping for. (e.g.Booklovers, neat freaks, and foodies.) As someone who will be doing all of their shopping online, all I have to say about this is GOD IS GOOD.

This holiday gift guide is everything


The Problem With Being A Redhead… And A Woman

If you’re a woman reading this, then you know what sexism is, because you’ve experienced it on more occasions than you can count. That’s unfortunately part of being a woman: someone will underestimate you, or think it’s OK to call you a name, or decide you’re incapable of doing something, and all because you’re a lady. It’s our job to prove those idiots wrong, obviously.

The story I’m about to tell you is no different from any other sexist story, except for the fact that I have red hair. Here’s what happened:

I was home the other weekend, and waiting for the cable guy to come and setup our internet and TV.  The apartment was a total disaster, seeing as we’d just moved in that day; boxes stacked in pyramids, a half empty pizza box on the table, paperwork strewn across the floor while I tried to find the lease we’d just signed for our new place.

As soon as the cable guy walked in, I could feel him sizing me up. I was home alone, while E was off running errands, and I didn’t feel comfortable.

“Your last name is La Rosa?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Oh man, I thought you’d be some hot Brazilian girl with a name like that,” he laughed. This wasn’t anything new. People tend to assume I’m Latina by my last name, even though it’s Italian. But the way he said it was new.

“Sorry to disappoint?” I said.

He was a young guy. Maybe mid-20s. He shrugged his shoulders and got to work while I retreated behind the table to pretend to do something.

“You remind me of someone,” he said.

“I just have one of those faces,” I replied. I didn’t want to know who he thought I looked like. I already knew I wasn’t a hot Latina. Now what?

“Oh, yeah, you remind me of that chick from Wedding Crashers, the one who’s crazy in bed,” he laughed again. I was beginning to get tired of that chuckle.

Isla Fisher in Wedding Crashers

I nodded, because people have told me that I look like Isla Fisher before. Not because we actually look alike, but because she’s a redhead and so am I, and people tend to lump us together. (I’ve been told I look like Julianne Moore, Jessica Chastain, and LiLo as well… all different people.)

“Is it true what they say about redheads?” he asked.

I didn’t know what he meant exactly, but I’m not completely naive. And I do know the things they say about redheads, none of them good. He wanted me to laugh, or take the bait. But when you’re home alone and some dude just told you that you remind him of a chick in a movie who is “crazy in bed,” it’s hard to have a strong sense of humor.

“What do they say about redheads?” I asked. I was angry, actually, and I wanted to make him say whatever the hell he was thinking so I could call Time Warner’s HR department. He didn’t fall for it though.

“Oh, man, it’s so crazy that I can’t even say it.” He chuckled again. “I can’t even say it.”

I brought up E, and how he’d be coming home soon. And much to my shock, the cable guy mentioned his pregnant wife, and how excited he was to have a son. I don’t know if he did that so that I’d be less likely to say something, but it worked. I didn’t report him, or his INSANE comments while he was hooking up my cable and Internet.

But the problem with being a woman AND a redhead, is that sometimes you get comments like these. The ones that reduce you to a stereotype, or try to overly fetishize you.

I’m just wondering if anyone else has experienced comments like these based on something about themselves. I imagine blondes get this a lot too, but I can’t be sure.

Has anyone experienced sexism tainted with a hint of something else? Please share!