THANK YOU. I was born and raised in a working class, post-industrial region. I don’t call myself working-class because my parents were upwardly-mobile and me and my sister were the first generation in our family to attend post-secondary education. But on behalf of my working-class relatives and friends, I am sick and…

I hope this sentitment is actually heard and listened to by people, because its very true, and not an insult - it’s how we get out of this mess.

100% on your side. I’m just trying to think of how to get through this with as much fire and goodness as I felt we had behind us just a few days ago.

This isn’t meant to be directed at you, but I get really tired of the way Republicans talk about my home region. I am Midwest small town born and raised, and I’m a liberal. I come from parents who are liberal, and grandparents that are liberal, all from small towns in the Midwest as well. When Republicans try to talk…

And also maybe don’t refer to half of the country as deplorable. Turns out people don’t like being called stupid and patronized.

Just a note to weigh in: I am aggressively not doing the things on this list and also drinking.

Hey, Ladies:

But... I love you, Bruce.

How is Phoebe not number one? Is that even debatable? Princess Consuela Banana Hammock? Anyone?

I would argue that a woman in the public eye could loose weight by accident, but you don’t accidently work out for three hours a day.

But oh man, having the time and money to spend three hours at the gym everyday with a personal trainer?

They just don’t know. They think they know because their kitty died or gramma passed when they were ten but they don’t know SHIT about what that particular, soul rending pain is like so everything they say is impossibly stupid and trite.

My sympathies to you. The Old Bear has been gone just over a year now. I still go to dial that phone number and tell him odd ball things or to see how he is doing. It hits me all over again every single time that the guy is just gone. And I know this is really the shittiest thing ever but I still cannot make myself go…

I lost my first husband when I was 32. Numb slog is a perfect description. I cried hysterically the first day, after they took his body away, then I just shifted into going through the motions. It was about a year before I got back to mostly functioning. Three years before I didn’t tear up when I thought about him.

And those empty platitudes serve one purpose: to make people who spew that shit feel better about themselves and more secure that no bad shit will happen to them.

Mine is “closure”. I fucking hate the entire concept, and it’s like if you don’t get or feel closure, here’s another thing you’ve failed at. The reality is some things are just so big, it takes a lifetime to deal with them.

Bless him for telling the truth. The euphemisms around death are are not helpful. They’re insipid.

Sad. I feel bad for the guy. Even if he played a total creepbag on Veep and I just watched it last week...