Laundry
I discovered this trend called re-wearing (link, unfortunately, lost). The idea is to wash your clothes only if they are dirty, even if it means wearing a pair of pants or, as incredible as it may sound, a shirt several times between washes. Less laundering! It saves the planet! Saves you money in soap and water and electricity! Makes your clothes last longer, too! Wait. You mean most people don't pick up clothes from the floor (or the back of a chair) every morning, only opening the closet for fresh underwear and if all worn and appropriate shirts and/or pants have already made it to the laundry bag? Oh, ok, just me then.

Losing my street cred
A long time friend (my ex, actually), who has recently started working a new job that brings him such eons of professional satisfaction more than the previous one that I break out in a silly little dance each time I think of it, not that I really need a reason to break out in silly little dances (which reminds me of what a member of my swing dance club once said and which is probably the single most accurate description of our group: "what I like most with you guys is that I can break out dancing and everybody will find it normal and start dancing with me rather than looking at me weird"), my friend, was I saying, back at the beginning of what promises to be one of the longest sentences I've ever written so far in English (be afraid, very, very afraid), recently told me: "now that I have a British boss I realize some of your funny expressions are British English rather than you being weird". Bugger and blast, I've been busted.

And I know I keep repeating that story, but he was one of the people laughing at my pronunciation of "France" when I arrived in the US ­— and was absolutely flabbergasted when I found out 4 years later by listening at the BBC that it was just the British way of saying it.

(Oh, and in case you were wondering from the header of this paragraph, I've never had any street cred. At all.)

(Although I have reached the point where I could have my labmates believe that I am having all-nighters in the office, as I am regularly asked in the mornings whether I even left my desk chair since they last saw me in it. Which is a particularly pathetic kind of street cred.)

How come I cannot think of any band name with a fruit/vegetable in it
Other than the Smashing Pumpkins, that is?