I’m trying to decide if that’s depressing or inspirational?

Biggest regret: In 1997 I had a shitty internship at a television news station. A friend called the morning of Lilith Fair and asked if I wanted an extra ticket. I said no because I had my shitty unpaid internship. I was like “Work ethic! My career!” and I went into the newsroom and did nothing all day. I told a…

I make all of those faces every single time my boss opens his mouth.

I thought it was fun and funny and it was a good night out with a friend. This looks good too. I kind of hate the holidays for a variety of reasons but the cooking, the baking, the decorating and the gift buying all suck my energy dry. So it’s exaggerated but close enough to the mark for me to enjoy.

They really were. It was honestly just sad and weird like my personality had somehow become “wine” and “basic bitch” simultaneously. I read, I love coffee, I run, I love plays - none of that mattered. I was a Wine Mommy and that was who I was.

YEP! It’s fucking terrible. I hate everything about it. I hate that there’s so little support for women that they feel they need to resort to this. There’s so little help out there and so much judgement. And when you resort to this as your method of relaxation, the world acts like it’s fine and it’s honestly not that…

It means that you can use the employee bathrooms at Starbucks before you are compelled to wet yourself. But only in Queens.

In a New York Times style piece, I would best be described in the following way: While others in her social circle are finely curated, Edna appears to be thrown together haphazardly, all pale flesh, thin hair and numerous learning disabilities, as if God forgot he had to a create a person and threw something together…

I’m trying to decide if this is better or worse than going to Target with my kids.

Ha! just posted that gif too.

This is how I feel about Penelope Cruz in this:

I get it now. I think 21 year old idealistic me didn’t get it. But yeah, now it makes sense. We’ve all got bills to pay.

Yep. I had the soundtrack on CD and was also obsessed with Ani. Oh the 90s and college.
It kind of fits the theme of the movie because I can picture Ani singing it with sarcasm. I just hate the random army of blondes acting it out because they lack that sense of “This is all bullshit, right?”

In college when I first saw it, I thought she clearly loved the guy. Now when I watch it I can see that this is merely the normal adult sanity lapse that we all get when everyone around us is hitting milestones we thought we’d hit but are nowhere close to meeting. I mean, her breakdown is on steroids but still, I…

I never understood why Ani DiFranco sang that? And why someone who is absolutely not Ani DiFranco is lipsyncing it?

I attribute all of my bad luck with men to the fact that my mom wouldn’t buy me Ken dolls when I was little because she was worried we’d make them have sex or something. Jokes on you mom, because I cut the hair off of a fake Barbie and made her wear jeans all the time and Barbie had sex with her!

I’ve always thought I could run a business in Hollywood with a camper full of clothes from Old Navy where I could make stars look like normal people so that no one notices them.

I would hit it and not admit it.

I think by the time anyone hits 30, you have had at least one job that’s worse than being a nanny in a haunted house.

I agree. Parenthood on so many levels is about letting go of your expectations and embracing the ride for what it is. This is on every level from the very first moment. You might have thought that you could breastfeed and you can’t. You might have expected a daughter but you got a son. You are an athlete and expected…