That one quote was so poignant, too: “I’ll say, ‘You’re scared? I understand. Talk to me about it’ … And René says to me, ‘I want to die in your arms.’ Okay, fine, I’ll be there, you’ll die in my arms”

Such an odd ritual! Sometimes field researchers wait for months (often in cramped and uncomfortable positions) for a chance to observe this phenomenon taking place amongst the male celebrities in their natural habitat: the nightclub.

Exactly. A new trial brings the possibility of a *fair* trial; which both Avery and Dassey should have been granted in the first place.

I’ve recently started having dreams where I give birth in some odd circumstance only to immediately have the baby taken away because I’ve been declared an unfit mother. The most recent one was a home birth in my childhood bedroom. Right after I delivered the baby, my dad walked in and glanced under the sheet. I was…

I laughed out loud at this because it sounds just like something John Waters would do: post up in your house and be weird but also all-knowing. I can’t lucid dream either (thank god; that shit sounds scares me. Stay buried in my subconscious where you belong, weird thoughts), but I feel like you’re right and I’m dying…

When we asked about the odd ritual, a source said, “There was just a lot of head-butting at this party among men...”

Brilliant. Or even those buckets of chalky paint-water they throw on people doing color runs. That would kick this party up to at least a 4!

Older women, yes! The filter just comes off—or maybe was never there in the first place? I try to give them the benefit of a doubt because social norms have changed, maybe there’s been some cognitive decline...but sometimes it’s just like “Why would you ever say that out loud!?!”

The language the pageant organizers (and a contestant) use is interesting:

Yep. Your pain med experience sounds heartbreakingly familiar, albeit at higher doses than mine. But what else can you do when you keep hurting, want to function like a normal person, and the meds don’t touch your pain? I am just so, so sorry. It’s hard to find drs that know how to manage us. It’s awesome that you got…

I’m super curious: do you have Ehlers-Danlos? I feel like I could have written that!

Bieber is channeling Carl Gallagher a là the new season of Shameless.

I think the GoPhons is a great solution! My parents kept track of me using the “call us from a pay phone!” method until I fiiiinally got a Nokia when I started driving. Since pay phones barely exist anymore, I can absolutely understand wanting a child to have a cell at a younger age than I did—times are just different…

I didn’t even realize the root cause of my generalized anxiety was low self esteem until I started cognitive behavioral therapy. I’m slowly working through past traumas and negative thought patterns that have resulted in low self-esteem and anxiety. It’s not a fast process by any means, but some of the “exercises”…

The mental image of you holding his hand while he pets you with his other hand is so stinkin cute. What a sweet little guy! I wanna hold hands with him!

Arlo is an excellent catname! Mine does attack my SO’s feet; that’s their special thing. “Foot” is the same size as him, so when Foot moves he pounces on his opponent, wraps his body around it, and does that rabbit-kicking thing. Cats are the best free entertainment (when they’re awake).

Aw! What a sweet little jerk :) I love that you call him your babycat—that’s what I call mine, too! I get woken up with face-licks. Which is cute (and uh...exfoliating, I guess), but not when I’m dead asleep. Meanwhile, he has never done anything but snuggle up against my sleeping SO. There may be something to your…

My god. Forget 6 Degrees of Kevin Bacon. All of celebritydom would be caught under the umbrella of like...4 Degrees of Baldwin.

“I had no choice really. I’ve been black and a woman all my life. I have worked in this business for 20 years. I’m 43. It was one of those things. Literally in that moment, was I going to risk public humiliation, bringing up this opinion, or deal with shame and excuses: ‘You let that go by?’ That’s a big…

Oh. My. God.