The car has never let us down

When I saw the header photo I thought this was going to be a W12 Touareg

I’m pretty sure an untraceable slush fund for corporations would work just as well.

Rather than spending huge sums bailing out each industry individually, which will do no good anyway because it just defers the crunch rather than preventing it, how about we just give everybody with a social security number a huge cash sum to spend how they wish. Like two years median wage for every American, and let…

This is great, I always try to stay alert and keep an eye out for women who might be creeped on. This story reminded me about one time when I was living in Allston, MA (just outside Boston) and I went to a concert alone at the Middle East. The show ended late so I missed the last train and I was a broke college kid…

Lovely words.

You did not know that. Weird, wild stuff.

“recklessly kind”

I saved a 3-year-old from drowning at the Jersey shore last year.

This isn’t a huge thing as far as changing my life, but anyway, here goes.

A long time ago I was in Morocco at a summer study program in a small town. Inexplicably after over a month of being there, my debit card froze and I couldn’t get any cash for weeks. My bank’s website said there were no bank branches in the country, so I couldn’t figure out how to unfreeze the account. I called the…

Pulling me out of two feet of water when i was drowning when I was a little girl on vacation with my asshole family at the Jersey shore. 

Another story - This was a few years ago, I was probably 26-ish. I was at a concert alone, at a small venue in LA (the Echoplex), and the room was sparsely filled because I was seeing a band that wasn’t yet popular. The guy behind me, around 50/M, kept trying to start conversations with me while the openers performed.…

I was in college and the hard drive of my fancy black MacBook gave out. I had saved a ton of money between graduation and college so I could buy it. My family isn’t poor, but I knew they wouldn’t have the discretionary budget on-hand to do anything about this, so I never told them.

Your lives make me smile. The story of two people that are fearless enough to live their lives on their own terms is inspiring. My regrets at 63 are from the times I was afraid to be what I wanted to be. You are who you want to be and that is more important than where you want to be. When you look back at your life…

Seriously. Kicking someone who’s clearly down in the guise of praise is gross. Especially since Joan clearly needs all of the other writing assignments to get by. These sort of pieces take more time than an aggregated gossip column. She can’t make a living on them alone, at least not at this phase of her career. 

Maybe you should stop writing compliments -- you’re bad at it.

I’m sorry your husband lost his job, but I’m happy you guys will have a place to live. Hopefully this virus won’t last long. Maybe someone will get the idea to buy a restaurant, remove the seating, add create mini-kitchens for chefs to rent and start their own take-out, walk-up restaurants.

You and your husband are what made and make San Francisco so special. I’m so sorry-I wish I could wave a wand and change all of this. 

Jesus, Joan. This is both the most beautiful and most heartbreaking thing I’ve read in a long time.