My therapist has depression; my neurologist has migraines; my gyn has nasty periods. This is partly luck and partly research, but after having had practitioners who really didn’t understand me in the past, I realize that having doctors who actually go through what I go through is utterly invaluable. I’ll never go to…
I fell in love with John Cena when he played Not My Job on Wait, Wait...Don’t Tell Me like 10 years ago. Peter Sagal was running through a litany of his B (C? D?) movies and joked about how they were all about teaching bad guys a lesson. “John Cena brings his syllabus of pain,” Peter joked in a put-on movie-announcer…
The funny thing is, I got the Silverfox idea from her - I’d never heard anyone use that term to refer to a hot older guy until she used it to refer to George Clooney, I think it was, and I was like, that’s perfect! So I was surprised when she didn’t pick up on it. In her defense, though, she thought it was maybe a…
Some years ago, I attended a conference for work in which I instantly fell in love with one of the presenting physicians. He was one of those mind-bogglingly fit ageless dudes who is perpetually tan and in better shape at 65 than I was at 25, with a brilliant mind, obvs, and charisma to boot. He had a fab silver beard…
starring this comment feels gross, but bumping for visibility
these two reactions, on a loop, throughout reading this article. omfg.
OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT SENTENCING. Rot in jail, motherfucker!!!
Ha. I’ve been married for almost 13 years, and I still have this conversation with myself regularly. I took his name partly because I didn’t have any huge emotional connection to mine, partly because his is easier to spell, and partly because I bought into the sexist myth that marriage was an achievement and I wanted…
That was where my brain went, actually. My parents are highly toxic, and if I could just ghost them and blame it on the isolation and protocols of the royal life, you bet your booties I’d do it in a heartbeat.
Did you ever see the Queen of Versailles doc that was on Netflix a while back (not sure if it’s still up) about the wife of the bazillionaire timeshare guy? They started making the film about his wild success/her lifestyle, and partway through the housing market collapsed and credit dried up and his whole business…
Header image is disconcertingly reminiscent of The Grinch.
Correction: We just want to hunt this woman down because we’re assholes.
The article isn’t totally clear on this point, but I would wager the activity waxed and waned as the stress of her disease gave her more or less ability to regulate these impulses, with the periods of manic activity becoming longer and more intense as time passed. That tends to be the pattern when unmedicated.
I’ve said basically that exact thing about George RR Martin.
I think it all gets better as it goes along, and season 3 is definitely the best.
oh my god, the Lemonade episode was SO GOOOOOOOD