I have a theater ghost story that I posted here a few years ago! I found that he stopped trying to make himself known to me (aka stuff flying off of shelves, hearing my name said by no one, etc) after I make sure to acknowledge him whenever I was there. When I walk into the building I say “Hello ______!” and nothing…

I moved into a new apartment in Manhattan’s East Village in 2018. It was a huge upgrade for me, and it really is special. It’s kind of a carriage house building with only five apartments and you have to walk through another building to get to it. There is an adorable little courtyard with trees and flowers, and I even…

This story belongs to my dad, but I was present for it- albeit in my mom’s belly. My dad worked transporting buses across the country and taking odd jobs for a big part of his twenties, and by the time he married my mom, he’d experienced more strange happenings than the average person. But this story happened in his…

When I was 12, every night for close to two months someone would knock on my bedroom window. It was usually after 11 p.m. and before 2 a.m. and, at the beginning, would wake me from a dead sleep to where I thought I was dreaming. A few times I even heard the knocking in my dreams and then woke up and the knocking was…

My folks bought a large farm house built in 1924 the summer before I started 3rd grade (1984ish). My mom, brother and I had been gone all summer at her folks on the east coast, and my dad and some friends moved us in while we were gone.

When I was in fourth grade, my mom and I moved a few hours away to live with my grandma. I was an only child and painfully shy; all my friends had been my friends since forever, and I had no idea how to talk to these new kids at school.

Back when I was on dating apps, I match with this guy and he’s really cute. He had a shirtless mirror selfie as his profile pic which was usually a hard pass for me, but he seemed sweet/nerdy so I talked to him. He tells me how he’s really worked on his body because he was a nerd and really awkward with women.

A Jet going down on 9/11 is a little too on the nose, universe.

Burn.

“She is an immigrant black woman appointed by Obama, therefore she will be totally biased against Trump. She needs to recuse herself.”

Not enough chants of “Costs down, profits up, that’s the way we like to fuck!”

I’m old, so I know my choices may not register with your audience, but:

“Greene reportedly called Boebert a bitch in front of their colleagues during a spat over the pair’s dueling baseless measures to impeach Joe Biden.”

If you have to explain you’re being sarcastic, you’ve done it wrong.

Conservatives are by-and-large deeply stupid people. Profoundly stupid. Satire requires a kind of content literacy most of them lack — I don’t just mean the ability to read (though there’s that too) but the ability to consume information, think critically, place things in the context of reality, and so forth. It’s…

Dude: You’re just afraid of men.

Sadly, in AL. This seems normal and as usual, embarrassing.

We have a local chapter where I live, as well. People plan weeks in advance to attend the Bingo fundraisers. Best entertainment for miles! And all for a good cause! Love the Sisters!