I can’t speak for your aunt, obviously, but the whole “cool aunt” thing is its own set of problems. After several years of gently reminding my sister that I didn’t want any dating advice from her (the whole “you need to start looking for a divorced guy who’s at least 15 years older than you” thing was kind of the…

My advice? As long as you can talk about something other than your family, you’re probably ok. It’s when the main topic of conversation is always husband and children and all the amazing things our special family does that it becomes obnoxious. (And boring.) Just recognizing that people who have lives that don’t…

I’ve tried the hell out of this “self care, follow your passions, help other people” thing. Over the past year or so, I’ve written a novel, started painting, volunteered for the ACLU and an organization that helps immigrants, joined the board of a nonprofit, retrained an ex-racehorse, joined a gym and learned basic…

I just looked up the messy bun hat and was actually disappointed it wasn’t a yarn bun in the spirit of those fake beard hats: https://www.wish.com/m/c/57fc9344210e8d20f973a60a?hide_login_modal=true&from_ad=pla1&gclid=CIjb3bby7tACFdKLswod4mEHTg

And these are the exact same people who get all up in arms whenever anyone else mentions anything even tangentially connected to feelings. It’s “oh, these pussies/sjws/females/people who don’t like having racial slurs thrown at them can’t get over their precious feelings! Suck it up, buttercup!” But their feelings?…

Probably when we’re all retching from having to call him President.

I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that Rump and his cohorts are complaining about the recount, and, in the same breath, claiming the popular vote loss was due to massive fraud.

Alt right? National Bocialist is more like it:

With you 100%, but we’re not taking our country back. We’re making the country a lot of us thought we had until this election proved it never existed.

Initially, I was shocked that Trump supporters were capable of hacking into anything more than a can of baked beans, but then I remembered about the Internet.

Vile, orange, against the laws of nature, and yet somehow beloved by a certain sick subset of humanity? Yes. There would have to be circus peanuts.

You can't blame people for seeking a better life. You can, however, blame them for seeking it violently.

I wondered the same thing when I watched Heavy Metal Parking Lot a couple months back. (Ok, 80s but same principle).

I want an axe that I can hide under a coat when I go to the pawnbroker but that will still serve me well when I go after the people who have insulted me via poetry.

I will talk about this for hours. Natasha annoys the heck out of me, and Sonya just gets f’d over by everyone. And that “sterile flower” thing that N throws at her in the ending chapters? Heck of a thank you for your dear cousin who saved your sorry little ass from committing bigamy with Anatole! It’s a sad story when…