Yeah, I think I need to make that clearer to him, that the whole topic is fraught for me, that I spent 25 years living in poverty because my husband was too good for work (artists, I swear, fuck ‘em.) I have tried supportively saying that “I want you to be happy, you need to do what you need to do” kind of thing, but…

So, here’s a thing. You guys are probably the only people I can ask this, because haha, you don’t know me. I’ve been seeing this guy for two years now, and he’s starting to get on my nerves. Whenever we see each other, the first thing he talks about is complaining about his job and saying he’s going to quit. Which,…

Jesus, 25?? He looks exactly the same in Game of Thrones as he did in Love, Actually. Bit taller. If he looks 12 at 25, how will he look at 50?

I dunno, man. Some of us like a little PDA. And it’s nice if it’s not always me doing it.

I will (eventually) go with a dark orange, and I’m thinking lots of pictures in ornate frames. I mean, I need to find some of those. Plus I have some lovely Mexican tiles. I just have to, you know, do it. Oh yeah, and the tub is already a colour that I think will go pretty well with the orange. But if not, I’ll…

Wendell is also age-appropriate. He’s like, my age. (Ahem. I am older than you.)

He was a mighty fine actor. Not what you’d call hot, however. Whereas Wendell.

Yeah I don’t want to see him in that.

Eugene Victor Tooms haunts my nightmares.

I’ve been putting this bathroom painting project off for like, oh god, three years now. Since my ex moved out. He picked the colours in there and I fucking hate them, but it’s just such a daunting prospect. I have my paint picked out, and I bought a bunch of lovely Mexican hand-painted tiles really cheap, but I…

Right? I’m glad it’s not just me. I mean, Denzel is a beautiful man and all, but I feel like Wendell would be just a whole lot more fun. Seriously huge crush on the man.

Right, though? I’ve totally embraced colour, LOTS AND LOTS OF COLOUR, and I’m convinced it’s made me happier.

I loathe painting with a burning passion, but I do need to do my bathroom. It’s awful. But also, so many things to paint around. How do you paint behind the clawfoot tub, for example? Ugh. But instead I want to paint some kinda mural in my bedroom. Which I can do because I will be moving out of this house in a pine…

My mom used to make us spam sandwiches with butter in our lunch boxes. And wonder why we didn’t eat our lunches. Man those things were hard to trade for anything edible. I’m vegan now. Could there be any causative link there?

So, my fella and I were playing “Who would play you in the movie” last night, as we sometimes do. I suggested Julianne Moore for me, and he agreed, and he suggested Denzel Washington for him, and I said, umm, how about Wendell Pierce (I am his biggest fan, btw) and he said “Oh thanks - he’s fatter than me!” And I…

Yeah, you know, I was trying to explain to my friend (he was upset to learn that I had had this experience) that you can pretty much assume that whatever woman you’re talking to has either been sexually assaulted in some way or knows someone who has. That this is our reality. Dating is fraught because you cannot tell.…

Me too, back in the 80s. I feel like “date rape” wasn’t a thing then? I know I was convinced it was my fault, I was stupid, I invited him to my room, I was asking for it (he basically went full Ghomeshi on me, is the thing) and then I didn’t tell anyone about it. Ever. Not my roomates at the time, not my mom, not my…

Well, that freaked out everyone in my house (which is to say, two large dogs and a cat.) Especially the cat. Super-concerned.

CTV says the family were renting three rooms at the hotel, so I’m guessing there were older siblings involved in this.

I read a whole lot when my young’un was a baby. That whole boring-baby phase is excellent for us readers; we are never bored if we have a book. And if she was fussy or something, I read out loud and then she was fine. I read entire mystery novels out loud. And when I was feeling panicky because it seemed like she was…