Like the actor who played Roose Bolton. It’s like listening to velvet.

I was (and frankly still am) TERRIFIED by that episode. I think it was the silent menace of the masked figures. I don’t know, it scared me silly. And I’ll still randomly think of it like over 20 years later and get creeped out.

I actually make zucchini sticks pretty often (baked, not fried) and am completly incapable of referring to them as anything but “zucchini sticks for everyone!” Literally how I have it written down in my recipe book.

The term was originally used in Venice in the early 1500s to describe the part of the city to which Jews were restricted and segregated, so it’s been around quite a while and well before the Warsaw, Kovno, Lodz ghettos among countless others.

I am 33 years old, and am a lifelong Star Wars fan. I almost cried at that moment. I didn’t know how much I needed to see a woman wielding a lightsaber and how much seeing that in action would affect me. I am so happy for all the young girls that are seeing that in their formative years.

Whether it’s nature or nurture, the idea of cremation creeps me out. Also, too much Holocaust associations for me. Sometimes I think that we should really buy plots, but then things like rent or food present a more pressing financial need, so I guess we’ll end up... somewhere.

I think that depends on where you are in the world. Here in Israel, most people aren’t buried in caskets, but I think that’s illegal in North America. But if you can swing it, go for it :)

My mother (and my father, but my mother did it primarily, while my father was only like a pinch-hitter) was on the chevra kadisha (Jewish burial society) for many, many years. Those people take their responsibility very seriously, and I truly find it to be a beautiful ritual. That’s my plan, though no pine box for me.…

Anything by Richard Armitage. He’s amazing. He’s done everything from Georgette Heyer to Bernard Cromwell to BBC’s Robin Hood novelizations.

Lou Bergen straight up served two aliens that night. They’ve made contact, everyone. And they like their food hot.

Dialysis is one of those things, like chemo, where it saves your life but so negatively impacts your quality of life. That’s really great that he’s so active, I’m sure it’s benefiting his health.

Good luck! With my dad, it was stubbornness, plus, “what if one of your siblings needs something in the future?” and they were all like- you’re the one on dialysis- you need it NOW, we’ll deal with the future in the future! I was kind of in denial about how unwell my father was, it’s like he had this ‘I’m healthy’…

It literally took a full year from my ultrasound that confirmed I didn’t have polycystic kidneys like my dad & 3 older siblings (so I assumed I did, too), until I got to my father to agree to even the *idea* of me donating. Similar blood type is definitely a good place to start, though it’s actually not critical. Even…

Agreed 100%! I’m one year post-donation to my father, and we’re both doing great. I feel no different at all, and it’s an indescribable feeling to know that you’ve helped someone live their life normally. I’m truly in awe of people who donate to complete strangers- it is an amazing, truly selfless act.

spot. fucking. on. And so damn depressing, i’m actually close to tears.

My husband gets so annoyed at me about this, but I’m honestly like, if the world is going to shit, I don’t even want to survive. What’s the point? I feel like I might have an underdeveloped survival instinct. Survival for survival’s sake just doesn’t do it for me.

I’m not sure if this is of interest to anyone, but traditionally, the first several verses of Leviticus are the first ones taught to schoolchildren.

I want to go to there.

Every time I read an article discussing something that I am very familiar with, it reinforces the point that articles like this are incredibly subjective, and written with a very specific viewpoint. Helps me to reassess my reading of other articles discussing topics I’m not so knowledgeable about or familiar with, and…

yup, the badeken is when i lost it. i was concentrating too much at the chuppah to be in the headspace to cry, but i always cry at badekens, and mine was no exception.