OMG yes. One thing attention whores canNOT understand is that everyone isn’t an attention whore. If the person you’re proposing to has a more quiet, reserved demeanor, accommodate that. It won’t kill you to turn off the spotlight and just let the moment shine for itself.

I responded “I appreciate that you’ll pray for me but I don’t need or want your pity.”

Oh, you magnificent bastard.

He looks like the benighted progeny of a hate-fuck between Mike Myers and Tilda Swinton.

Unless you are a nun!

...a vintage line-green Pyrex like the one my grandmother used to make fudge...

Special shoutout to the guy in the blue t-shirt offering his own, very eloquent salute.

I’m imaging the headless horseman just going at it.

Dudes that got a thing for youthful bodies have got some serious headtrips going on about age and mortality. Fucking younger women (while gross because it is) is also some sort of pathetic thrashing against the inevitabilities of life and death.

I will never, EVER forget this—back in the day (I’m talking 3 decades ago) I was a cute little 20-something who was so painfully naive it was a wonder I survived into my 30s. One of my clients, a grotesque older dude in his fifties with a massive, gin-blossom nose, brillo-textured gray hair, and saddlebags under his…

And on another level of panic, I’m sure people who have a family member being cared for at that facility are freaking the fuck out about whether their loved one has also been raped. It’s just horrible from every angle.

I live in a small seaside community in New Jersey, and the tourist-driven economy keeps things on the frantic side from Memorial Day all the way through New Year’s Day. I took my customary after-season long walk on Jan 2 and it was like a post-apocalyptic novel—there were signs of life everywhere (including empty…

You burned my begonias!

My little Italian mommy is rolling in her grave right now. Cooking is love, eating is joy, herbs and spices are fun. Eating that bland-ass recipe would be like reading Cotton Mather’s sermons.

Even then, I use Raisinettes in oatmeal cookies...

Charlie X—what a little fucker. He took that woman’s face away. I haven’t seen that episode in decades and I still remember that scene.

Dear, wonderful Kirsty—gone too soon, too soon.

That whole ‘so you can have it all.’ Nope, not at the same time. That’s a lie.

It’s the part where people start writing public letters in support of someone who has admittedly beaten their wife to a bloody pulp (in front of their children!) where I get a bit lost.

What about Daredevil Season 1 villain Wilson Fisk?