And now I’m bitter for you. That was lame, internet stranger’s parents!

For future reference, next time you go to the ER, assume it’s NOT a panic attack. Avoid mentioning previous panic attacks until the doctors tell you that’s what it is. A friend die in the ER from a pulmonary embolism. She told the docs about previous panic attacks. So while they were attempting to confirm that’s what…

to speak of wedding ridiculousness, a friend of mine does firework shows (like, as work), and she said she’d put together a little wedding show for me if I wanted. OH, did I WANT.

Ha! Half my wedding video, done on the cheap (see: DIY wedding) aka giving a friend a camcorder, features a turtle and some koi in the scenic pond at our venue and the friend going, “Oooh, pretty.” I know a lot of people would justifiably be upset, but we find this hilarious!

Sweetie, you are totally right. My rage would have resulted with my sibling changing their number

A friend who wants a weekend of my life immediately becomes a problem I never have to think about ever again. 

I am grateful for your advice. I’m getting married in April and I’ve been having all kinds of weird anxieties that I never thought I’d have (I wasn’t even sure I’d ever get married). Biggest one is that I have to invite people from work I don’t want to invite because I work with 4 people and we’ve known each other for…

Mr. Levy had a panic attack before we got married and it was awful. He was in the hospital overnight. I had a massive panic attack earlier this year and thankfully, I was pretty aware of what it was, so I was treated and released rather quickly. But I’ve never been so afraid to be alone and I seriously was freaking…

Tangential, but the Fab 5 were in KC in OCtober and my sister scored tickets because of her job and she didn’t take me and I addressed that so now we’re not speaking.

I feel like I’m going a little crazy here. Yes, Nancy Pelosi is old, and she often spits out politician-y platitudes at polititian-y times. She was also ridiculously effective in kneecapping the latter years of the Bush administration. She’s the first woman to ever be speaker of the house. I don’t see why we should be…

Stanich’s place was a dive.  Yes, it was popular with the locals, because in Portland where everything is twee, Stanich’s wasn’t.  It was dark, grubby, and reeked of fry grease.  When they said they were closing for “deep cleaning”, my first thought was they’ll have to dig to China to get deep enough in that place.…

You condemn the article as “a piece of obsessive self-aggrandizement” and “a cultural critique starring [the author].” But the article is also a LOT about Stanich—as a person, not just a restaurateur. There’s him visiting his parents’ grave, there’s his clothes, the pictures in his office, his opinions. Basically, the…

I would argue, respectfully, that the self-aggrandizing myths men tell each other—which are then accepted uncritically and enshrined in, say, the press as a matter of record—are among the most common ways men (and yes, people) consolidate their interests and protect each other, whether they know exactly what they’re…

Oh men. It’s always everyone else’s fault that you do what you do, right? Unless the thing you did was succeed in some way, in which case you did so in a vacuum because your external genitalia is just that good

Same. No idea how I actually came across it, but now it’s just such a sorry piece of self indulgence like you said. This critic has his head so far up his ass he thinks he single handedly destroyed a restaurant that had stood for generations. Either that or he knew about all this shit and ignored it to suit his preset…

This was fantastic

Whoa. I read the Thrillist story a couple of weeks ago and thought it was a fascinating little gem of What Do We Owe To Each Other. I had no idea I was missing the actual story, or that the self-indulgent reportorial navel-gazing was obfuscating something so much darker. 

It’s kinda amazing that this Beard award winning restaurant journalist never contemplated the illogic of Stanich’s story - that a restaurant would have to close because it was TOO popular and packed with paying customers. A restaurateur in that position who wants out of the business simply sells to someone else,…

I can’t figure out if I’m extremely fucking irritated with NPR over not asking the writer these same questions; on the one hand, do some diligence on the guy you’re interviewing, but on the other you probably don’t expect to have to fact check other outlet’s journalists in addition to your own.

So... of course we all realize that 100% of these prepuce fromagers are sitting in front of their computers, panting and beating it to pirated vids of exactly the same women that they are reporting?