It doesn’t explain his behavior at all...the health condition just explains the speed of his decline. His behavior remains a total mystery!

I’ve had cold cherry soup and it’s really good, but it didn’t have motherfucking PASTA in it. I have no idea what that’s all about. That should be illegal.

OK, NOW this makes a bit of sense. Because I’ve seen photos of people stranded in the woods for 10 days who look better than this—I couldn’t figure out why he couldn’t find some stuff to eat at a large airport that would keep him in reasonably decent shape for less than 2 weeks. An underlying health condition puts it…

Dress codes change all the time, though—this boss doesn’t sound great in general, but it’s not weird for an employee handbook to be periodically updated. And it’s not like there’s usually a grandfather clause that applies to people who were there before, stating that they can keep using the old rules.

Yeah, that’s a good dad-dance song.

LOVE that song. It was not our first dance, but I made sure it was on our reception playlist. So lovely.

Oh God, I forgot about Russell! That was such a dark situation.

Union St. (which I mention only b/c they don’t live there anymore. but it’s true, they did used to strut around the neighborhood in a weirdly obvious way. and he was always, always smoking.)

Is John not rich? Madame Paulette is super-successful, I thought. They certainly charge enough.

“Such individuals are encouraged to approach the Sacrament of Penance regularly, having recourse to God’s great mercy in that sacrament if they fail in chastity.” = “You can have sex, you just need to confess constantly.”

I wouldn’t even think to ask to have them destroyed, I would just try to make sure they weren’t harvested in the first place...though if posthumous harvesting seemed like a risk, yeah, I’d totally go in and have someone pull out my ovaries and kill them with fire.

Boy, yeah, if I were dying, “who can fertilize my eggs after I’m dead?” would not in any way factor into the shit I’d be asking for.

please don’t let it be the dead daughter’s actual father please don’t let it be the dead daughter’s actual father please don’t let it be the dead daughter’s actual father....

That’s just ignorance of how this process works. Which is fine as far as it goes—puking_truth probably doesn’t need to know how that process works—but then maybe don’t PARADE your fucking ignorance everywhere.

First of all, the whole “how dare you ask a STRANGER” premise doesn’t hold up, because the whole point is turning a stranger into less of a stranger before sending your kids over to play at their house. “I want to meet your friends’ parents before you go over to their homes to play” is a pretty standard parenting…

Really, that almost bothered me more than any other part of that comment. That combo was clearly deliberate, and was also correct. If you have a problem with that, anonymous lady, perhaps we can direct you to some remedial style classes:

Sexism and ageism in casting are definitely real, but there’s also the weird and difficult-to-quantify matter of an actor’s playing age. Elizabeth Banks has always read older. Maybe it’s her voice? Whereas someone like Anna Kendrick can still read as a college student even though I think she’s in her early 30s by now.

Sales tax on stuff you buy in stores is particularly complicated because it varies by state. For example, the state where I grew up has sales tax on pretty much everything, so there’s always extra calculated at checkout. The state where I live now (New York) does not tax things like groceries and clothing (under a…

HOLY SHIT. how did your dad react when you discovered who it was??

Susan Tedeschi is great. There’s no shame in taking that offer.