S.M. Pierce

S.M. Pierce is a freelance writer and cubicle jockey based in Southern California. Her only career goal is to never have to wear slacks again. Pencil skirts, however, are acceptable. Follow her on Twitter @teampoppycock
What I Do, Job-wise: I sit at a desk and try to avoid using the phone.
What I Do, Fun-wise: Analyze gender roles in popular media, poke my dog’s cute nose while he’s napping, abide by the Rule of Threes.
My Motto: “I wanna live til I die – no more, no less” (courtesy of Eddie Izzard)
My Anti-Motto: “I don’t even own a T.V.”
The First Movie Star I Had a Crush On: It was either Jonathan Brandis or Jonathan Taylor Thomas, both of whom I (traumatically) remember a grocery store cashier once mocking while bagging the issue of “Tiger Beat” I was buying.
The Most Played Song on My iTunes: “Catch & Release” by Silversun Pickups
Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: “Insurgent”, which was eh.
My Most Worn Item of Clothing: The section of pants where my thighs meet.
Beauty Products That I Hoard: Peter Thomas Roth skincare, various chapsticks and lipglosses in every purse, bag, and desk drawer available to me.
I Smell Like: A fresh shower on a good day, Oscar Blandi dry shampoo on a bad day.
I Have Faked An Orgasm (Yes/No): *insert Price Is Right losing horn*