I remember when I was in the beginning of recovery, too, feeling like it was an addiction, but with the added bonus of having to fix my relationship to food - unlike alcohol or drugs, I couldn’t go cold turkey, but had to eat enough to survive but not so much that I felt the need to make myself throw up.

Has anyone else seen a lot of women saying they’ll never watch again because of this? Not a lot as in, most or even a proportionally large number - but just a hell of a lot more than you would have expected?

This looks really interesting, and I’m so struck by the fact that it’s going to be in Charleston. When I was a kid, my family and I went to Charleston on vacation and went to the Old Slave Mart Museum - the only extant known slave auction building in South Carolina. It was amazing in part because it was one of the…

Same, but also, I had to star you for your screen name.

It was heartening to read that, while they maintained a well-meant-but-destructive lie, her dad (the one who raised her) clearly adored her.

I don’t have the “people who worked with him” connection, so this is just one experience, but I saw him once in a mostly-empty restaurant when he was doing a play in New York - my date recognized him and recognized that the other people were his costars. He looked super-normal and relatively friendly - they were there…

Us, too! She’s five.

Did you go see “The Little Hours” this weekend, too?

Sheriff David Clarke.

Lush face masks are for when you and your friends get drunk together and decide everyone should slap on a face mask.

Give your husband a high-five for me. I actually do have my license, and have taken driving lessons *twice*, and can do things like move the car twenty feet in a straight line - but, yeah, driving fucking terrifies me. Driving the car over 40 mph makes me feel like I’m in a death machine.

Honestly, it’s such a reasonable response! I’d lost a third of my body weight or maybe more, and while a totally average weight, was also unrecognizable from my former self. Not having the first thing out of someone’s mouth be “You look great!” (before feeling out whether that was something they would welcome hearing)…

omg yes. Coworkers tend to eventually give up trying to get me to join the regular lunches (sitting around and eating lunch from home or the cafeteria); truth is, I still don’t eat much food during the day (but enough and of a sort that leaves me sated and functioning), and I eat it spaced out, because doing so helps…

I posted above about how my ED started after I lost a bunch of puberty weight in my early 20s, and developed Body Dysmorphic Disorder and a constant sense of panic that I was going to gain weight/get fat again - I am all too familiar with that sense of panic.

Thiiiiiis is so true. There were some really nasty girls on one of the boards I frequented who made fun of the “ED-NOS” diagnosis to no end (because it’s frequently applied to people who are “anorexic” in their behavior, but don’t meet the diagnosis because they aren’t underweight). (I was ED-NOS both because I purged…

I don’t know, but I was in LA recently and totally dumbstruck by the boom in homeless population downtown. My relative (whom I was visiting, and have been visiting at least once a year for about the last seven years) lives downtown, near the area actually called Skid Row, and I think the homeless population has to…

I saw a surprising number of women online last night saying this was ruining the show, and they’d never watch again; I’m convinced there may be an outlying sliver for people who are too angry that this casting messes with their ongoing crush on “the Doctor” (in his/now her various regenerations)

I’ve been transferred from 311 to 911 on at least two occasions here - I don’t think the illegally-parked car in my alley (blocking one of the exits) is an emergency, but they do.

Yeah, I don’t know if you’re in DC, but same thing has happened to me twice. I felt so embarrassed.

In a weird way, it still implies that you can tell someone has a disordered relationship with food just by looking at them. She’s too thin! She’s anorexic! She’s fat! She’s bulimic/compulsively overeating! As I said above, only my friends who’d known me long enough to know I looked little gaunt in the face and my…