Of course. The police are petty thugs. They are the most dangerous gang on the streets.

Wilton sparkle sugar! And your football whoopie pies are adorable.

A Spanish Tortilla is such comfort food. I haven’t made on in eons.

Happy birthday! I know everyone says this, but I’m loving my 40s. Every decade has its perks, for sure, but welcome to the era where you tell everyone to fuck off. At least that’s what it’s been for me.

Tomorrow is my 40th ish birthday. Not quite feeling fabulous but proud I’ve been sticking to getting in shape the past 5 weeks. The weight isn’t quite coming off yet BUT I feel more toned and shapely. Plus things are starting to fit better. So once this birthday weekend is over I’m moving on to the next stage of…

I like how he wants to apologize to them individually, but then he doesn’t. 

He was absolutely complicit in the wardrobe malfunction and let Jackson take the fall. I thought I knew the full story too, but I learned a lot from the You’re Wrong About episode on it (a great podcast in general).

Meh - if one’s making amends and harms the recipient further, one isn’t actually making an amends.  The whole “amends” thing means sincerely atoning for behavior and changing one’s ways. It doesn’t mean revictimizing anyone.

I have two exes who have, continually over the years, tried to contact me through various online platforms. If I don’t answer you on one site (to the point of even blocking one of them), what makes you think I want to hear your apology on another?

The thing about apologies from past abusers is that they are usually for the abuser. The abuser went to therapy and realized they did something wrong, the abuser feels bad and reaches out to the person they victimized. What in that scenario is about the victim? What if the victim doesn’t desire an apology and contact…

Sending you hugs, BusPass. When my partner’s meds aren’t working, that shit is rough. Being the only functioning adult in the house is not easy. I hope the coming spring helps him climb out of that dark hole. 

Thanks, I appreciate that. It's a pretty lonely existence right now.

I was watching the reruns on E! this week, I can’t tell which is more ridiculous. Carrie sleeping in that Oscar de la Renta gown, walking around Paris in white heels and stepping in dog poop, the boater hat she wore, apparently thru the entire flight from NYC; or, Charlotte cleaning the bathtub in a black top and…

Not only that, but I’ve been in the same room with Kim Cattrall a handful of times and she is incredibly, almost supernaturally, friendly and fun-loving if you don’t come off like a completely star-struck ass.

I’m really sorry that you’re going through that. I lived for years with a depressed partner, it is so hard to be the other half of that. I hope that you can both find a better place soon.

My first husband (from whom I have been divorced for 7 years) NEVER talked to me. He’d come home, go into his computer room, and go to bed hours after me. Shockingly, I felt disconnected from him and resentful of that fact. My current husband (married almost 4 years) talk to me at. length. about what he gets into…

As some currently in a marriage in which my depressed partner has *completely* checked out mentally, I would LOVE to have a weekly check-in and discuss how we had interacted that week. It doesn’t sound hard; it sounds like intentional, mindful communication. And obviously it’s working well for them.

I never understood why they all considered Carrie their best friend. She was a bad friend to all of them.

He’s a wealthy, cis, white male. Teflon for consequences. 

Between the brazen slut shaming, obsession and profit off the Brittney split 15+years ago, the Janet Jackson bullshit, getting no scrutiny for his unvaccinated kids, and the blaccent....