Man of the Year:

I mean, we don’t have the House or the Senate. We don’t have the Presidency and we won’t have the Supreme Court for...decades maybe. We are truly fucked.

All I know is that I’m going to intensify my search for ways out of this embarrassment of a country.

I’m in basically the same boat except I didn’t succeed in falling asleep. I went to bed almost 3 hours ago because I couldn’t deal with today anymore and was hoping that either there might be good news to wake up to in the morning or that at least I’m be more capable of handling the bad news after a full night’s…

To the 55M who thought Trump was a good idea...

eight years ago to the day, i thought anything was possible...now, i think, everything is lost.

Yeah he’s just going to slowly kill the world by reversing action on climate change.

All this time Trump has been saying the election is rigged. Anyone put any thought into whether that was an accusation or a confession?

I am just going to keep saying this everywhere, because I have zero other words but I feel this knot in my stomach:

“Is there any place more fun to be than a Trump rally?”

I’m going to be annoying but there is a reason there are food safe laws. I’m not saying this woman’s ceviche is going to make you sick, but selling food that you make in your standard kitchen cannot be guaranteed safe.

I feel this way about lots of yoga communities too. As a long-time yoga teacher some of my best friends are yoga teachers and the ignorance can be astounding. Like, I love these people, but we cannot have conversations about things like vaccinations and climate change because they just don’t fucking get it.

I can’t think of a legit reason for my boyfriend to have my account and phone passwords. He has his own accounts and phone. Why would he need mine? Absent some actual suspicions about something, why would I demand that he give me his? I don’t believe that just because I’m part of a couple, I have to give up all…

I mean, he’s not Charles Johnson.

Maybe his hands were whittled smaller by repeated slappings, like rocks becoming pebbles via a millennium of ocean waves. 

I mean, at least he didn’t shit on the floor, right?

What do you expect with these Pampered rich kids?

Do I believe they called him “Diaper Don?”

And I can’t overstress the importance of stacking for stability, and bracing the pile. Especially if you have toddlers or kids who like to climb.

Plus you can make them into burritos.