Dunno, I worked with my cousin in a frozen banana stand for a summer and it went pretty well.

Jfc.

I know! Just like, oh, here is a totally normal, not weird thing about me nestled in between these other totally innocuous items. Barry, being a pyromaniac is not on the level of making a good grilled cheese.

I mean hate the Kardashians all you want, and certainly hate the culture that allowed them to become a thing, but honestly they have kind of worked to monetize their identities and they have been fairly savvy and diligent about it. I feel like they are unfairly maligned for exploiting our own cultural failings and…

I’m thinking that a “handler” wrote it.

My wavy-curly hair is much better since I got into Deva Curl products and techniques. I also use hair oil most days to prevent dryness.

True. As I crumble into old age, I find my memory is a bit variable. I do write things down on sticky notes, usually only one or two items. Then I can look later and go “What the hell does that mean?”

No, that ending was a flaming pile of poo. Everyone deserved better.

Ugh. This is your right as a TV viewer, but damn that ending was tragically bad, and I am still unreasonably pissed about it and always will be. Literally worse than Pinkie and The Fonz breaking up.

I’m still mad about the finale. Robin + Barney for life.

Same. Even though the last five minutes were terrible.

I think there’s pretty strong consensus that she’s great.

If Kushner goes down, who will modernize government, fix the criminal justice system, defeat ISIS, manage foreign and domestic policy, cure the opioid epidemic , and revitalize the Rust Belt???

He’s bland. Very bland. That’s all I’ve got.

Rompers in general hurt my feelings. I have almost no torso, my ribcage ends at my hip bones. They practically grind against each other. I’m also thickest in the middle. Thanks for reminding me I’m shaped like a silly putty egg, rompers. And I’m short! So rompers will never be for me, which makes me sad because I love…

I am irrationally angry at the whole male romper hoopla. Not because they’re dumb or ugly, but because it’s infuriating to me when people decide to rename things with a special man-label, either to make it manly and therefore ok (murse, manscaping) or to deride men (man bun, male romper) for doing something…

I’m just waiting for the next think piece that’s like “IF MILLENNIALS STOP BUYING MAN ROMPERS THEY COULD BUY A MANSION”

Let’s not mess with nature’s finest fruit here, GELLA.

Konigsburg is a terrific children’s author. And she’s sooooo funny! I loved her writing style, even as a kid. When I was about 6, before I learned to read, my mom read us her short story “Inviting Jason.” My brothers and I couldn’t stop laughing. My mom liked it, too, remembered it 30 years later. I laughed my head…