I grew up in Alaska and when I was younger we ate mostly game meat, including moose and caribou stew and something my mom called "moose fingers," which are strips of moose meat dipped in flour and pan fried. Delicious!

gimme dat PAC money!

Also, moose is very delicious. I have only had moose burger but it is seriously amazing.

Tina Fey just got really excited.

Eating moose is pretty common in places where there are moose.

Oh please let this happen. And let her win the nomination. The idea of her debating Hillary has SO MUCH comedic potential. I'm giggling just thinking about it.

She thinks she has enough support to even get into the primaries? She doesn't even have a dog to stand on.

Also, like no one is putting words in your mouth. You're putting words in your own mouth by saying them to an audience.

For the love of comedy and all that is good in the world please, Jeebus, let it happen.

Moose head stew is a very real and very delicious part of my childhood. One of the things about Alaska I miss most besides real salmon.

Good for Miley! Schwarzenegger is really hard to spell, plus misspelling/regularly forgetting your boyfriend's name lets him know who calls the shots in your relationship.

taylor swift is literally the most perfect human, mind body and soul.

If it makes you feel better, I intentionally looked like Hermione c. 1995. Krimp perm. Long, blonde, krimped. I looked like a lion. I regret nothing.

One of my well-intentioned relatives gave me a nylon neon jumpsuit consisting of a jacket and pants. I thought it was awesome. The only time I wore it (on the 4th of July), I heard an older girl say, "Well, she's not going to get hit by a car."

My mother decided that nothing would be prettier than a semi permanent bright red rinse in my ginger hair. So she walked in and squirted it on me WHILE I WAS IN THE SHOWER.

When I was 10 I got a haircut that I didn't particularly care for. It was the mid-90s and it was some shoulder length, layered monstrosity. Because I was a bit of a lazy tomboy I never bothered to do anything proper with my hair, I'd go to bed with wet hair and in the morning, I'd wake up with the layers going in a…

When I was in 8th grade, I was determined to have one of those cute, circa-2000 pixie cuts you saw in Delia*s catalogs and Seventeen magazine (usually accompanied by tiny pigtails and/or an inordinate amount of butterfly barrettes). So, for my 13th birthday, my mom took me to the salon for a makeover. Problem: it was…

Growing up I had this beautiful mane of thick hair. It was super long and I would force my mother to blow dry it. She eventually got sick of this and convinced me to let her best friend (she was one of those ladies who have a mini-salon in their house) give me a perm. I was 8. I still give my mother shit for allowing…

I don't have pictures, but when I was 15, my family went to our home country for my cousin's wedding. My aunt booked appointments for the cousins, aunts, etc. to get their hair done at a salon. So I went in with an idea of exactly what I wanted. I wanted something like this image (curled, pinned to the side), but with…