I celebrate the holidays and I’m atheist. Many holidays were in place in religions and riturals before Christianity, and were absorbed by that faith. Near the darkest time of the year, it’s great to light things up, have festivities, and reconnect with friends and family (if you have a positive relationship with said…

childhood dream job: art therapist for abused and neglected kittens. Kittens with crayolas, drawing big scary mean people boots, that sort of thing. Current dream job: artist. Current dayjob dream job: animal massage therapist. I just saw that’s a real profession, and I’m really looking into it!

I like taking pics of the family kitties behind baby gates and bars, then play Sarah Mclachlan over them.

For real beach fun I wouldn’t care how fabulous or not fabulous I look. How about a *gasp* fanny pack and triple (or more til your peace of mind) seal your money/wallet/phone in waterproof baggies?

I’d wear them around the house while working at the computer alternating with vacuuming, taking out trash, sifting cat boxes and such. But I’d get those kind of duds from a thrift store for a buck or so.

Yep, got that weird muscle tic thing happens reflexively when I’m extremely stressed, like physically violated type stress—my arm seizes up and contracts at the elbow, hand clenches into tight fist and the muscles around my shoulder blades spasm, and ooops!

Hmm. What about the ruling on retaliatory finger breakage, cell phone smashing, and throat punches?

oh darnit. Appears this was faked.

Trump’s tweet over Melania’s speech wasn’t original, either. Thanks, Obama!

I would have been dismissing/deleting left and right. Janis probably goes by the idea of letting the vile ones identify themselves, but I’d have deprived them of the privilege of sharing their garbage on my own space. They wouldn’t shit in my “house”.

Something that came to light last year was that Janis Ian had an interesting run in with Bill Cosby in her own teen years. Let me see if I can find the old facebook post she made:

.....or imagine his pubes over his stubbly finger like unmentionable have that same hairsprayed orange swoop. Something you may not have considered nor ever want to consider.

This could be the clueless question by an Old, but do summer sundresses like that really ever go out of style? I had dresses like that just out of college, and literally wore them out...and replaced them with similar styles through the late 90s and all through the 2000s in a perennially hot climate. Every summer now I…

ohhhh..that’s fine. You were a teen and could get a lot more purpley-prosey than magnetic. The word actually seems apt with the pull of newly discovered hormonal boosted attraction.

“Pants of Jareth” needs to be a band name. Anyone musically inclined may take my free gift to the world and go forth with it.

THE one and only Pants Candy:

Thank you. I’m looking around at everyone in the Jez comment enjoying their dip in this shit pool wondering wtf? What’s wrong with me?

Yeah I suppose that is a more creative troll, but ick why focus on it? Is Jezebel going to find the most vile gray burners next and mainpage them? Saw the twitter page, vile across the board, and whoever the person is, seems to be encouraged and emboldened by the attention.

I think he just advertised to the world his attractive girlfriend will be trading up for a better make and model bf.

My mom (rest her soul) did this at restaurants. She’d turn down dessert, and I would order it for myself. Then she’d said she’d just take a “bite”. Somehow she managed to get a teetering forkful of cheesecake or pie that would be about 40% of my dessert. But I was a punk kid and she was paying so....I have no business…