This is most certainly not exclusively happening in NYC. My last place of work was all-female until two men were hired (at higher salaries than all the women, of course) and both had four kids and stay-at-home wives with advanced degrees. To be fair, I received the impression from both guys (and their wives) that it…

Awww, SHUCKS!

That invites the question: if a skin cell turns into a shoe in the forest, is it really vegan?

Great tune!

Oh shit, you beat me to it.

More altruistically than my initial selfish thought — burn victims? I believe they are doing something like that for that and other radical facial reconstructions.

It puts the lotion on its face.

Still can’t get their damn sizes straight. It’s like, I cannot find the mental energy to make shelf space in my brain for their twee terminology. Ordered something the other day (I said MEDIUM) and it was shorter than I expected. Damn you Starbucks, I shake my fist in your mermaid direction!

It made my day, TBH! Thanks for posting it!

LOL, his father told him he was “disrespectful to the Lady Sansa” in that dinner scene.

For that scene, I wanna see Ramsay’s entrails and Sansa’s look of satisfaction when she carves them out.

Awesome GIF. Rainbows and kitteh paws.

As always, I do a spit take at whatever comes out from under your brain’s maxi skirt.

Ooooh, Santa, stuff my stockings.

I don’t. Not anymore. But getting to that place was a journey, and awful MIL was part of it. I feel damned awful, in retrospect, that I spoke sharply and made her cry, a few times. Learning how to set a situation straight firmly but gently was a whole ‘nother side of it. It’s not all about “I won the verbal sniping…

Better than that... my neighbor before we moved (my age) did not HAVE a computer. No email. Nuffin. She also never used her fireplace because it scared her. Oh — also — never on an airplane. Not once. She was in reality a smart cookie but — fright? Not sure what would cause someone to reject sweeping change so…

Nailed it. Yes, she definitely made use of the F.U. chin lift. And EVERY holiday, someone was always in tears. One Christmas she broke her hip, and I got off the phone with her and told my sister-in-law, “do you realize she’s managing to wreck the holiday from a hospital bed?”

Heh.

Wanted to. Many times.

My late, proud-of-her-ignorance MIL used to pronounce the word “computer” as “kumpewder” and she’d always lift her chin in my direction as if to say... I dunno what. Trying to prove her point that “kumpewders” weren’t here to stay (yes — she would go on regular rants about how kumpewders were destroying the world).…