This is true as long as you aren’t both tall and sneaky. I live with roommates and let me tell you, the top of the fridge/over the fridge cabinets are where all the very best stuff in our house is located, because I’m the tallest by about 6 inches. Shorties don’t even think of those places as places, they aren’t part…

I’m working on some pretty scant evidence here, but I nanny my bestie’s two kids once a week and those kids actually seem to like each other? I mean, they fight and argue, but really all they want is for an adult to help them work out a compromise (“Kid 1 can choose something to watch on Netflix, but it has to be an…

I literally cannot understand how you count this as a “bad experience with a delivery driver” and not an “embarrassing experience that I’m glad I had the chance to fix.” You stiffed a guy (by accident), and then you got the chance to not be the asshole who stiffed a guy. You’re fine, you need to get over it.

You are wrong, “so-and-so and I” is always the correct construction.

The only way I can be okay with the fact that yet again a woman of color has graciously forgiven the perpetrator of a violent crime against them who seems to show no remorse whatsoever is by reminding myself that every moment of this has given Asma Jama a chance to show off what a magnificent queen she is, while her…

I’m still mad about the woman in the grocery store yesterday who muttered “You could say ‘excuse me’” behind my back after I zoomed past her, even though I did say ‘excuse me.’ I’ve never been in the same galaxy with the kind of grace this woman has.

I don’t know if it’s because I can’t imagine anyone, much less someone of Amy Adams’ caliber, falling in love with Jeremy Renner’s potato face, or if it’s because it was a classic example of a movie that crammed its love story in because I guess every movie needs a love element (you can argue that it needs a couple to…

For one thing, the step ladder he was trying to use kept falling over.

Him and Jeremy Renner are the two most potato-faced white dudes I’ve ever fucking seen, and they’re consistently assholes in the press (you know, in situations where they know people are listening so you’d think they’d fucking put on a human face for a minute or two, but no). I have no idea how either of them managed…

My (American, from Kentucky) grandmother was an Inez, pronounced the way a a non-Spanish-speaking American would pronounce that name upon seeing it. Nobody I’ve ever talked to knows why my great-grandparents chose it, although all their children had kind of romantic Old World style names that were kind of impractical…

You are the first, though far, far from the last, to mention that the fish was alive. As though that makes it better! From my perspective, that just means that your costar is 90% more likely to smack you in the face with its tail, which is even worse than being asked to model with a bit of dead produce.

Imagine being beautiful enough to be asked to model that beauty in front of a camera - an accomplishment which we are told, as a culture, is among the very highest to which a woman can aspire - but being otherwise unimpressive enough that your modelling costar is a big dead fish. I don’t know or want to know what that…

Not that it mattered to the Nazis.

Nope! I’m in month 9 without work, and the election has moved me into a spiral of “if you can’t find a job under Obama’s good economy, how are you going to live through whatever hell Trump wreaks?” We’ll see how it goes.

I got fired early in 2016 and have spent the rest of the year looking for work, so 80% of my panic attacks this year (and 100% prior to November 8th) were related to looking for work, avoiding the process of looking for work, feeling extreme guilt over avoiding the process of looking for work, and worrying that I am…

Also - with an acknowledgement that no one gets to demand anything of anyone, especially a stranger - how the HELL you gonna demand a woman shave her legs WHEN SHE’S WEARING PANTS. That is like, 90% of the purpose of pants, to make it so you don’t have to shave your legs! Like, sorry that you couldn’t achieve the…

I tend to agree. Diamonds are fine - as accent stones. They’re the whipped cream of the jewellery world, not the pie that actually interests me. I can’t be messing with silver, though, since it’s not resizeable in rings and given my interest in pie I may one day be in the market to resize all my rings.

Lol, literally the worst date of my life included this person who was supposed to be trying to impress me instead trying to take me to task for my diamond ring (that was a Christmas gift FROM MY MOM) given that I’m also in development/hunger relief. I said “Oh, it’s Kimberley Certified,” and he was like “What?” and I…

My mother, who is a jewelry fiend, once gave me a small olive-green fancy diamond for Christmas, and I asked to have it set as a solitaire in a white-gold band. I’ve worn it every day for almost a decade, on my left middle finger. If I ever get married, I’ve decided I’ll get the ring resized for the appropriate finger…

I have spent more time this year looking determinedly at the ceiling breathing deeply, trying not to cry, than in any other year I remember. It’s probably in my top-10 activities for the last 12 months.