Oh I know! It just struck me that it’s been so long, that the divine Divine has fallen off the cool-kid radar. RIP to a soul who gave all us weirdos hope ... (nice article, and if you go through SLC —there used to be a ton of great thrift shops there when I was in grad school).

And now I feel super-old. “If you are not familiar with Divine ....”

Ha. I’ve got you beat. Going to a wedding next weekend for a couple who have lived together for 30 years. “It seemed like a good time for a party,” the bride told me.

WHY are people still “proposing”?!? Two adults who want to marry should have a proper conversation, and come to an agreement, not stage some phony performance. Grr. Makes me grumpy. But I am old, and happily not-married to MrPorcupine.

My younger brother, who was really my only true family, died in a car wreck 12 years ago. A couple of years later, I was going through some things and opened a box that smelled like him. Burst into tears. Nearly killed me. (I’m not a crier.) I miss him every day, but if it wasn’t his scent, made by his actual person,…

Roundup. Won’t show for a couple of days.

Also — fungicides! It takes a lot of chemicals to make that many perfect strawberries. (She says, waiting for her backyard patch of tiny weird ones to ripen.)

Well, this is what 30 years of Chicago school/Reaganism gets you. Entitled rich people who have been told their entire lives that being rich is glorious, and entitles them to everything. Trickle down indeed.

No, but it was one of the (many) reasons I ghosted out of a long-term friendship. She treated all sales, service and waitstaff like shit.

For every day, it’s Bota Box Redvolution at my house ... but I certainly enjoy the shit out of really nice wine when my wealthier foodie friends, the ones with the wine cellar, throw a party. Nice wine is delicious and wonderful. Okay wine is perfectly fine most of the time. It’s all good.

And now I’m going to sound old, but I am, so there. YOU CANNOT WEAR A NAKED WEDDING DRESS!

I led canoe trips in the Boundary Waters when I was in high school. Mac and cheese was a staple. Because we were trying to instill independence in the kids, we had them cook most nights. One night, they confused the orange cheese mix with the Tang for the next morning. They’d added the spice packet already. So dinner…

And that the girls I know from 20-35 aren’t marching in the fucking streets about it!? Jeez oh pete.

Oh god — just look up-page at the whole “but I *like* baking so why are the feminists so MEAN to me?” threadjack. Ugh.

Yes! We went to get our cookbooks signed — one of the Jacques and Julia ones. My brother and I were the youngest people in the line by a mile, all these star-struck ladies in awe of Julia, who was pretty tottery at that point. Jacques started ushering people behind the signing table to get pictures, and even took a…

You’ve got to listen to his podcast — A Tiny Sense of Accomplishment — with Jess Walters. It’s fabulous!

Oh I’m sorry to hear this one. I met her a couple of times, but through MFA/PHD stuff —she was always sort of terrifying, in that I-survived-battles-you-can’t-even-imagine way. Also, had terrible arthritis in her late decades, so lived in a lot of pain. We had to keep signings short because her hand hurt so much, but…

Oh my god — MORE. In person, he’s like a sucking vortex of charm. By the time I met him in person, I was pretty disgusted with what he’d wrought, and yet, Helllllooooo there!

I like my chickens (although my last batch! Oh, I still miss Miss Delaware, if you like friendly chickens, get a couple of Delawares), but they’ll shit everywhere and anywhere. I DO NOT understand these people who let them in the house. Mine aren’t even allowed in the entire yard — just that back part, where there’s…

That was a FANTASTIC book —