Can I send my husband off to camp for a few weeks and spend quality time with the cats instead? They let me watch what I want.

My newest feline overlord, Louis

As it went gray about 5 years before my head hair did, yes I shave that crap— otherwise it looks like I've got a dead possum clinging to my nethers.

She looks fantastic, and more like herself than she has in years, and younger somehow.

Plus they have great freebies— like a free case of water or free bacon and eggs, no purchase necessary. I once managed to get all the ingredients for a free breakfast using Kroger coupons.

And people with cats. Over=big shreddy nest of toilet paper.

Growing up in southern WV, we didn't eat grits, and my grandma never fixed them— there was gravy and biscuits and cornbread at every single meal though. My husband, growing up in southwest Virginia coal mining country, loves them, but with butter and sugar like cream of wheat. I grew up on a farm with livestock; he…

I have sad little fried-egg boobs that these things totally do not work for. Too much gapping and room in the cups. I’m maybe a full A on a bloated day. Sports bras 4 lyfe right here. Even though my greatest fear is that I'll get trapped trying to take a really sweaty one off and die with my elbows caught about my…

I helped nurse my (now passed) aunt through a double radical mastectomy and my (still kicking and rocking) Stage-4 mom through a single mastectomy. I have a horrible family history and an A-cup on a bloated day. I’m a yoga instructor. There’s no bloody way I’d get a reconstruction of something that’s a non-issue…

Offred had a daughter with her husband before the revolution—she was taken from her when she was captured and adopted out to another official and wife because the child was a product of a second marriage.

The last time I had RC Cola was at the Thunderbird Inn in Savannah, where the rooms are stocked daily with complimentary RC and Moon Pies. I'm more of a Cheerwine girl, myself, but slushy-cold RC and a mini moon-pie is a damn good snack.

Every one I've been in— in multiple states, in various conditions of repair— smells like dirty hair, old pizza, flop sweat. They're not just uncomfortable for women; they're uncomfortable for anyone with a nose. Give me a wonderful smelling bookshop any day.

The rally in Radford blocked access to a dialysis center. Because keeping people from, you know, dying, isn't a priority for trump either.

Teacher and admitted headstand junkie here. It took me one solid year of headstand practice every day to reach the ease I have with it, and 85% of that was hover plank on the ground to build core strength. I do indeed teach it, but only to experienced students with the core to pull themselves up, and we still spend a…

I'm 42 and have been married forever (because 19-year-olds are stupid) and I know I get emotionally attached to the leftover deviled eggs in the fridge after sex. Like, I will cut a bitch if you steal my food.

There was a stretch where I was the only grandchild and thus the go-to flower girl for 5-6 weddings in a short stretch. I'm pretty sure my grandma made all those dresses (she was a maidenform seamstress) and they were all prairie dresses with hats.

There are pictures of me in a bonnet. Because apparently I was having my picture taken before going out to help Pa in the cornfield.

I bake a lot, and have a collection of weird super-sweet liqueurs and schnapps that I always apologize for when I buy them. It’s for flavoring the buttercream, honest.

The Mayor was my favorite too, particularly for the gratifying long buildup to his reveal and then his genuine attachment to Faith, whatever his original intention. That storyline was probably the best example of the ‘dark mirror’ trope I’ve seen. They drove each other to their worst; to quote Frank Castle, Buffy was…

That’s where Jessica Jones excelled with Killgrave. His goal was small-scale, for a man with such huge abilities— to get Jessica’s devotion— but he had no qualms about destroying anyone in his path to get there, and no second thoughts about even the most casual cruelty that would amuse him.