I mean, I love the desk.  But I do think it’d really be complimented by a couple of lapis lazuli vases.  

Teachout was my property law professor last year. I don’t know how her platform compares to her competitors’ but she is an absolute badass.

vs.

I bet it wobbles.

I seem to recall that Jackie Onassis owned a writing table that had belonged to Marie Antoinette, and that Joan Rivers bought it at the auction of Jackie’s estate. So if this is that same table, he would have bought it at Joan’s estate auction. I could be off on all of this (it might have been a more mundane…

Sigh...Such beautiful things.

She was likely also referencing the industrial contamination PFAS levels found in other communties this year  

The blog is not required to explain who enormously popular musicians/actresses are every time they are mentioned. They don’t say “‘Good Will Hunting’ actor Ben Affleck,” do they? This isn’t People magazine, get your head out of your ass.

Who pulled you out of the greys? I’d like to kick them in the crotch.

I guess there should never be another musician again, given the number who have already existed.

Probs because they’re reporting on her comments and fashion. They aren’t reporting on her music in those particular articles because she’s more than just a singer. They probably assume that you know who she is and that if you don’t, you’re smart enough to Google it.

I wonder if Google could help you figure it out?

I remember when Jill Abramson at the NYT supposedly had anger and likeability problems. Her male colleague put his fist through a wall, something she never did, but he didn’t get fired. Better yet, he took her job when she got fired.

That was my annoyance! I was so used to having unrequited crushes. It was the norm for me. If the play had ended and I never saw him again it would have been fine. But why single me out? Why ask for my number and even say “go out sometime” if you didn’t actually want to go out sometime?! Why? I never have understood…

WHAT THE FUCK THIS IS CRAZYTOWN BRADY BUNCH SHIT

This is so many layers of crazy. I love it. You win for sure.

The one time I had to tell a very convincing lie to my poor parents as a teen, by the end of it I totally was crying at the drama of it, which completely sold it! I remember shocking myself by seeming to get genuinely emotional, even though I knew I was lying, lol. It’s so odd, isn’t it?

I have many siblings, most of them older than me, and even more nieces and nephews, and now even some grand-nieces and -nephews. I always tell the “kids” that if I could only have one wish I would go back in time as my current self and talk to my angst-ridden teenage self, just for a few minutes.

Y’all can give up, we got a winner. This story is insane, I love every detail of it. 

My worst breakup was with a boy who didn’t exist. In middle school, the last thing I wanted was to date but my mom was frequently accusing me of having a secret boyfriend. She’d barge into my room and wake me up at 3 AM just to question me/check if I was hiding a boy in my room. Finally, I got fed up with it all and…