Oh! I wasn’t being witty, pointing out that SAHMs have more responsibility and overtime — like, I literally work outside the home as a middle manager supervising a team and have to manage budgets and deadlines etc, and he has a very chill job with fewer responsibilities and works fewer hours than I do.

I work a job with considerably more responsibility than my husband, and my job requires more overtime.

That sounds frustrating -- and you sound like you are an awesome mom rising to an uncommon and challenging situation! 

“I didn’t have much experience of how to organize domesticity.”

My husband’s insidious version of this is to come staggering out of the bedroom on a Sunday late morning and beaming at me as I am up to my elbows in dishes and mooning “Thank you sooooo much for letting me sleep in!” To which I hiss, “I did not let you do shit, motherfucker.”

What the fuck are you all even talking about? This is a series of screenshots illustrating shitty behavior between two not-particularly-witty angry people. And it is a textbook example of women tearing one another down to better gain access to capital controlled by a man, and doing it by critiquing one another’s…

Kudos to the director of the Cardi B video for using the shot where one woman twerks the earring right out of her head (3:05)

Excellent user name is excellent, Ms. Morse.

“White women don’t have the history, or the baggage of growing up with visible body hair”

I just don’t understand why she doesn’t begin this and all posts with “My husband Nigel Tufnel, AKA Christopher Haden-Guest, 5th Baron Haden-Guest, the best human being and the man you all wish you were married to...” But whatevs, maybe that is more about me than her.

Nope. The only reason to move to Pittsburgh is to quit your current life and get a job working in the Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood exhibit at the Children’s Museum of Pittsburgh and pretend it is real life #lifegoals

What is your source for this supposed mistaken interpretation of the etymology of ‘fishy’? Because I was on the drag scene in the early 80s and that is not how I remember it.

I changed my mind about my long ranty post. Carry on.

I think the movie had several implied, half-baked bugaboos, and the social media part felt vestigial to me, as if an earlier script made social media the villain but they abandoned that idea in the editing room, or mid-shoot.

You know how people in bad relationships will limp along through infidelity and deception, but will suddenly cry out “THE WAY YOU SCRAPED THAT FORK ACROSS THAT BUTTER EXEMPLIFIES WHAT I HATE ABOUT YOU AND I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE, I AM LEAVING”? This idiotic piece of sub-fluff non-observational non-commentary…

You missed one — in the scene where shit goes down at the pregnancy checkup, most people in the corridor are, in one way or another, futzing with their phones. The happy chatty woman who later smashes her head into the window is happily chatting on her phone. Mallorie and Jessica were walking together, but each was…

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Little Ronnie Howard seems to have turned out okay, but I take your point. He seems to be the exception to the rule.

I have absolutely no idea. What I do know is that I grew up believing that a pomander orange is completely covered in cloves. At some point as an adult I saw the patterned kind and I tried it out, and wasn’t surprised when they rotted. Then I tried making patterned ones and drying them in the oven. That worked, but…

Nice!