What kind of a moron do you have to be to make a “New Yorkers aren’t nice” joke to a New York audience.

I’ve seen more people pissed about a dead lion than i have about dead black teenagers. I’ve read articles from certain people comparing dead animals to slavery. Motherfucking Mufasa is really opening my eyes.

It’s a thing. You should read Caity and Rich’s review of it from a few years back. It’s so funny http://gawker.com/5978735/we-cam…

I don’t even know what this shit is, but cycling hurts my labia so bad.

Don’t talk to me about your “rideuphoria”

Introvert doesn’t nescessarily mean you are shy and lack confidence.

Gregariousness does not necessarily ‘get shit done’. There are plenty of us introverts getting all the shit done while the extroverts are chit-chattin and shit. We don’t need no stinkin Kaffeeklatsch to get our work done, pal.

The problem comes when extroverted people berate their children, friends, and acquaintances for being abnormal and inadequate, according to the false standard that extroversion is “normal” and introversion is “antisocial” and diseased....which frequently leads to introverted people growing up to feel inferior and…

To New Yorkers (as in people who live in NYC), the state of New York is described thusly:

I don’t know how you do it. I don’t think I could be in a relationship with an extravert. I like people just fine, but if I don’t have an hour of quiet reading everyday, steam starts coming out of my ears. I hope you and your husband can work through it - maybe make him watch the TED talk?

This is weird. Literally last night I came across this woman, and realized there was a word for my ‘problem’. So many misunderstandings, mental health issues and relationship difficulties came sharply into focus when I realized that I am an undiagnosed introvert, married to an extreme extrovert. Because I am confident…

She’s an Olympic gold medalist and was on the Wheaties box forever, this isn’t her “15 minutes”

All latecomers to the game. The first and best: short-fingered vulgarian.

She’s totally right about leaving if you can. There comes a point where you just have to leave a job if you’re not feeling valued. Those feelings aren’t imagined or coming from nowhere. You’re feeling them for a reason. Sometimes fighting the good fight or trying to doesn’t fix shit. Leave before you become convinced…

Smart, smart, smart! I married a guy that had debt, stuff in collections, had the IRS after him because he didn’t file taxes for a few years... Yes, didn’t file. Like, he got too busy, forgot to do it, then figured it was already late, so why do it at all? Ugh! I’m a 820 FICO score, so this drove me NUTS!!! But I…

I married someone with a lot of debt. I don’t play that. So, he handed over all his financials to me and I knocked that shit out of the box. Dead On Last Payment. Done. Took a minute, but he had the security of knowing that everything was going to get paid, paid on time and paid off.

My whole retirement plan is based around taking up gin and cigarettes while I drive my golf cart around Savannah with a tiny dog riding shotgun in my purse.

This is such sad news: it definitely stopped me in my tracks but Julianne’s post is appreciated.

Damn. I always loved her. She reminded me of so many women I grew up with (I grew up in downtown Manhattan). She was one of the last of her kind. When I thought of creative cool and publishing, I immediately thought of Ingrid.

YES!