Because I wanted to see if it could give me enough tips to make it worth it for me to do it myself. And after I read the article I’m still 99% sure I couldn’t do as good of a job as a Costco chicken and it would probably cost me double in price and double in time.

Masks are not just about the person wearing them, they are to protect others around you. Being vaxxed means you most likely won’t die, but doesn’t mean you can get sick ... and pass it on to others ... without even knowing it.

I wouldn’t be so sure. Not everybody is wired to respond to punishment in the way it is intended.

I know what you mean...so could someone please go ahead and spoil the book for me, and give us the story that’s alluded to above? Thanks...

I think you hit the nail on the head. It’s kind of a shitty trap that I can see a lot of them falling into. Like Oprah, as she mentioned. Or Kirstie Alley. You lose weight and get a sponsor and I would imagine at that point the pressure is immense and the fear of falling off the wagon is immense and it all snowballs…

To be fair, Fat Amy gave herself the nickname Fat Amy so the twig bitches didn’t do it behind her back.

There is also an automatic assumption that $60K is way too much for an assembly-line worker to make. Why is that, because they make less in China? Because you don’t need a college degree? You can’t blame the employees for the cost of living, COGS, insurance, healthcare costs, etc.

I would so much rather listen to someone brag about the genuinely good things they do than listen to someone be mean. What in the hell happened to people that others are actually identifying with the backstabbing, two-faced gaslighting bitches in that text chain?

Yeah, I’ve seen a lot of people in need of kidney donations for themselves or others post that they don’t care how much attention a potential donor wants to get out of it, they just need a kidney. They’re worried this story could reduce altruistic donations. But, hey, people got to make art out the attention-seeking…

It’s a bummer how many writers on Twitter are specifically calling out the kidney donation as a way to knock Dorland.

A needy, grating, sanctimonious weirdo who actually did donate her kidney and saved a man’s life! She did that! It’s a real thing she did! Sonya tells on herself when she says “So she’s the kindest bitch on the planet?”

Not sure why Sonya was in her head competing for the title of “kindest bitch on the planet” and…

Eh, I gotta say, and I only know the bones of this story because I hit the paywall, but I think that any defense of Sonya is kind of telling - like it says something about the person defending her. You’re defending a mean girl.

See, that's because you're a decent person who DOESN'T want to spread hurt. 

I absolutely do not speak (or text) badly about anyone I care about. I hold many secrets that are not mine to tell. Among close friends, we gossip amongst ourselves; sometimes we express concerns about another friend. But I wouldn’t let anything slip that might make others think less of a loved one, even if - or…

I think your scenario is totally different as you’d be communicating with the person up front, presumably not writing an intentional “takedown”, and presumably not including stuff he’d written in it.

this really hit me as well. Dorland sounded like...a lot. But what happened to her (a group of people, whom she thought were her friends and peers, mocking her for years behind her back) feels like everyone’s worst nightmare.

What worried me is how many people identified with that mean-azz group chat and thought everyone has one of those. I’m not saying I never once talked behind someone’s back but to that extent? And past age like 25?

Larson published the story with Dorland’s letter pretty much verbatim as an audiobook.

If you’re over the age of 15 and would tell someone that you “value their friendship”, and then literally the next day talk mad shit about them in a group text or otherwise you might be a goddamn sociopath. 

Dorland inspired a different reaction, and I have never known why. Here was someone who was driven and passionate about many of the same things as me (writing, social justice, reproductive rights) but whose approach to those subjects made me feel insecure in ways I still find hard to pinpoint. We were friendly at…