This was my introduction to it, too, but I was about 5, and my mom just said they drank poisoned Kool-aid, but didn’t make any attempt to explain further-- which is fine; I don’t think I could possibly have comprehended somebody doing that on purpose-- but it did make me absolutely terrified of any kind of flavor…

I went there for Christmas with my husband and parents a few years ago and HOLY FUCK we could only stand to be outside for, like, 5 minutes at a stretch. I was wearing a down vest and wool sweater under my 3/4 length primaloft-filled coat and thought I was going to die of exposure. I was seriously eyeing the CG’s in…

Spot on.

Damn. That was a kick to the gut. I’ve been avoiding Insta for a few months, but will make an important exception for this. Thanks.

This is/was my big extravagance, too!!!... however, 6 months after buying him, I had an accident (not riding related) and broke my foot really badly and couldn’t ride for six months...we finally pulled it together, were just about to enter our first show together, and he tore a suspensory ligament. We are now into the…

I totally agree, but with one exception: Patti Smith. Her insta is amazing... partially because she’s Patti Smith and she’s magic, but partially because she takes some unintentionally crappy photos and selfies the way my mother (same generation) does, and it makes her seem human and totally accessible and mom-like...…

I dunno about that... I found the death scene in All That Jazz to be pretty horrifying as a child...

That ad always cracked me up because he kinda looks like he actually just just caught a whiff of himself... though in my mind, it was patchouli, American Spirits, and ripe armpit.

You’re not alone. I totally thought it was just something Foghorn Leghorn said in cartoons, and when it came up recently I was like “Wait-- what’s wrong with cott....*ohhhhhhh.*”  Yikes.

Yes, but afterward did you feel a pressing need to go tell millions of people about the incident? Presumably not, because you’re a normal person.

Seriously! If I want to know what the best moisturizer is, or where I should go on my next vacation, I’ll ask my friends to weigh in. I’m not going to make a decision based on what some instaclown posting “spon-con” has to say. 

I will never forgive the filmmakers from not including the line “Don’t call me a coward!” which Snape shouts at Harry in anguish and fury when he and Harry are facing off at the end of Half-Blood Prince. That single line says SO MUCH about Snape and his character and the horrible situation he is in and they just let…

Yikes! That’s who I meant...man, forget one little roman numeral and my point just goes all to shit...

And wasn’t Edward III kind of a Nazi sympathizer?

Gotta say, it totally was. Some of the random stragglers we picked up left us “gifts” like a pack of smokes and a lighter, $5, and some condoms... they were goofy teenagers. They were like “Sorry—If we knew we were going to crash a wedding, we would have dressed nicer!” It was pretty perfect. They even ended up in…

*blushes* Thanks!

We still have it hanging in our living room! The day was pure magic.

I got married at Coney Island. We had a parade down the boardwalk (picking up a few random strangers along the way) and we exchanged our vows under the Wonder Wheel. Deno’s asked for a nominal fee, which covered closing the Wheel to the public briefly for the ceremony and tickets for all of our guests to ride the…

Yep. Hercules went straight-up batshit right winger who blames the biased media and the Jews in Hollywood for his inability to have a career rather than the fact that he was a bland, not particularly good-looking over-the-hill D-lister from day one.

My dad showed it to me when I was 8 or 9 and it was a true night of bonding. When I was 12, he showed me Animal House. I can still quote them both from memory. Thanks, Dad!