From the bottom of my heart, thank you for everything that you taught me, a middle-aged white lady who thought she knew some things before she started reading VSB.

Despite your preparing me for that “weird hyena” sound, I was not prepared.

This recap didn’t devote nearly as much time as it should have to Charlotte’s near-psychotic self-centeredness. She made the situation the day after the shocking death of her friend’s husband so much about her that the funeral director thought she was the widow and Carrie had to literally send her off just to get away…

I love her in the Divorce series where she leaves all traces of Carrie behind.

This is something I only recently found out and I cannot believe I lived half a century without understanding that. The mistakes I’ve made in thinking they were there for ME.

As one of the 4% of the world (that may be a made-up number) who showers twice a day, my god how are they not ITCHY? How do they RELAX? How does a mom who works full-time find a few joyously peaceful moments to herself just “washing the day off”, as I call it? Awful. I wish I didn’t know about this.

My father died when I was four. He had a heart attack at home. I don’t remember much about him, but I remember the day he died relatively clearly. I remember that our neighbor came over to watch us kids and made us breakfast and tried to be cheerful even though the police and paramedics were there trying to revive him…

My father died when I was four. He had a heart attack at home. I don’t remember much about him, but I remember the day he died relatively clearly. I remember that our neighbor came over to watch us kids and made us breakfast and tried to be cheerful even though the police and paramedics were there trying to revive him…

My father died when I was four. He had a heart attack at home. I don’t remember much about him, but I remember the day he died relatively clearly. I remember that our neighbor came over to watch us kids and made us breakfast and tried to be cheerful even though the police and paramedics were there trying to revive him…

My father died when I was four. He had a heart attack at home. I don’t remember much about him, but I remember the day he died relatively clearly. I remember that our neighbor came over to watch us kids and made us breakfast and tried to be cheerful even though the police and paramedics were there trying to revive him…

Look, at some point in the not-so-distant-future, Karen incidents are going to become so commonplace that, like mass shootings, we will begin to filter them out. We might shake our heads and say, “oh that’s awful”. Some will be worse than others and garner stronger reactions, just like mass shootings do. But…

This thread is so very odd the people on board with this woman making another black man’s death and its aftermath about her and they’re blind to that. Oh sooooo sweet a closeup of her tears and oh looooook she’s “dancing”.

I feel better. I’m losing weight. I’m cooking with more creativity and enthusiasm than I have in years. I feel more energetic. I’m eating healthy whole foods. I’m not craving desserts or extra snacks because the break from sugar and excess fat fills me up for hours. I no longer fear becoming diabetic. When I take…

I wonder if that’s what Michael Jackson used to experience and then he got addicted to this amazing sleep and couldn’t just deal with normal sleep anymore after awhile. If so, it killed him in the end so...

When Jon Stewart mused on his last show of that year that when Y2K hit on New Years’ Day, we would all have to learn how to make butter. I can still hear the silly way he said it (“make bu-tah”) and recall how much we all feared at least one big bad would come to pass that day. 

This reminds me of the hit piece on Lauren Duca. While both she and Milano are imperfect messengers, in a world of online hate, at least they are mostly appealing to better angels. But Jezebel felt the need to take these two down a notch because they were getting too big for their britches? A “supposedly feminist websi…

I grew up an unhappy and lonely child living in a foreign country. The Garfield books my mom bought kept me company and made me laugh when I needed it. Also, we had two aging cats and for some reason my mother decided we needed a third, so she brought this little kitten home. It had wide eyes and zoomed around the…

I’m still ambivalent about David. I can’t tell if he’s a creep or just sweetly and awkwardly smitten with her.

It’s as though that person just imagines her on the couch eating buckets of ice cream worrying about her life while mentally destroying her ex in perpetuity. “Thank god I’m here to tell her what to do!”, they think.

As a former Boston Public School teacher, I wish I could find the interview about that nurse. (I did try to...)