I’m gonna go ahead and guess that “Metaphysical Meghan” isn’t all that into the scientific method. Or critical thinking. Just woo woo. 

Metaphysical Meghan probably hangs out with the “self licensed life coach” I keep running across on Facebook.

I would like to know if there is a specific equation or data used to develop the 30 seconds = one full day conclusion.

I really feel for the poor assistants, boyfriends, long suffering spouses, etc. who take the pictures for these posts.

First, my father’s family, all good Polish working class Catholics, always felt he married down by marrying a girl (my mother) from an Irish Catholic working class family. Thus my mother, brother, and I were always viewed as “not quite family”, whose presence was to be tolerated only because they loved my dad. Who…

My simpleminded brother-in-law, who is Dunning Kruger made manifest in the kitchen and insists on cooking the main dish at every family gathering even when he’s not hosting, undercooked the turkey and poisoned 6 of the 8 Thanksgiving guests.

In 2012, I flew 6 hours and drove another 6 to be with my family. I live in NYC and they live in Los Angeles; they celebrate in a house in Yosemite National Park (and have for nearly 40 years at this point. This was a bit of a burden as I was flying to Hong Kong for work on the Sunday night after Thanksgiving, but my…

Alright, since I’m anonymous on here and none of you people know who I am so I could be anyone, here goes.

Long time reader, first time participant. For background, I was about 29/30 year old woman and dating a 28 year old man child for all of 5 months.

All of my childhood Thanksgivings were horrible. Due to the size of our family it was ‘smarter’ to rent a space (that shall not be named) where we would all fit. It was poorly heated, with folding chairs and tables and an industrial kitchen. It was cold, impersonal, unwelcoming and zero fun. The adults (men-folk fresh…

Thanksgiving at my in-laws:

About 6 or 7 years ago, while working retail and living with my grandparents, I was asked by my aunts to take care of Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners. I was okay with this, let all adult relatives know what they needed to bring, and let them know that I was going to cook something different since I dispise turkey;…

Where to start...every Thanksgiving has been a shitshow in my family. The year my sister was drunk before noon, forgot to turn on the oven and served a raw turkey that she insisted was cooked? The year my now ex-husband and I invited the drunk, chainsmoker neighbors and the father proceeded to hack so hard at the…

Oh, this is easy. The time my mother came to visit and brought Norovirus with her. First she went down, started vomiting all over our house, herself, everywhere. Then came the diarrhea, all over our house, herself, everywhere. All as we were serving the big meal.

You have to watch the labels on what you pull out of the fridge. My drunk friend pulled out a tub of mashed potatoes late one night and plowed through it. Next morning he wakes up and sees the tub on the counter. It was lard.

My parents went for a postprandial hike, and my stepmother had an aortic dissection and died, twenty minutes from help.

Our new Thanksgiving tradition is to drink brown liquors and cry.

We don’t do Thanksgiving here in Scotland, not because it’s terrifyingly basic, but, well, we just don’t give a shit. But many moons ago, when I was at University, I helped a friend organise a Thanksgiving dinner for some Scotland-stranded Americans (apparently they were “lonely” and a meal would “Bring Them All…

I’ve got a great one. About 10 years ago, when I was still in my mid 20s and broke as most mid-20 year old are, I received an invitation from a female cousin to come over for Thanksgiving.

Didn’t ruin the entire meal, but we still talk about the time in 2008 that my dad, the designated gravy maker, pull a box of what he thought was chicken or turkey stock out of the fridge and instead proceeded to use concentrated chai latte mix as the base for the gravy.