I feel like Big Bird is watching from the front row at the Conan/Jen interview. The hell are those flowers even??

And Milo Ventimiglia, right?

There was the time I got Malaria from mosquitoes (I am skeeter crack.) in West Africa. I thought I had a flu because some Nigerian tourists staying with me were sick with it.. so I didn’t go to the doctor. Nope. Malaria. I woke up in a hospital after—what I am told—was quite a show (of the batshit crazy variety.)

A lot of commenters saying “It doesn’t take all of this to understand food. Gaaaaaaah. Internet and books, duh. I *get* it, ya hipster d-bag.”

ISIS didn’t spring from the sand one sunny day. Those flames were stoked by the west—and continue to be. So as we celebrate this awe-inspiring, badass sister... Let’s not forget how long (and close to home) her actual hit list ought to run. If you want to fight for Kurdish, Iraqi, and Yazidi women, consider how much…

#NotMyMacbeth

So I was present for the naming of this movie. (Did you know they contract out that job? Like, some guys have part-time gigs naming shit. Just like the Mitch Hedberg joke. “That’s a Fresher.” I digress.) We were talking about the plot, making fun of it, throwing around titles, groaning about the current age of horror,…

Great question. My family hails from Appalachia (read: scattered, relocated, grossly underrepresented and—at least as far as my family is concerned—badly organized) and have had a really hard time building meaningful connections with councils and clubs that formed west. And *most* tribal activity is west. We all say…

Yes. Many of us prefer it to “Native American” as it reflects the idiocy of the oppressing body at the time of genocide, and for many the struggle is still ongoing. Many of our groups and periodicals use “Indian” and a very common hashtag is #ndn

Okay - Here’s a point nobody is making (that I’ve seen.) Some of us are hugely introverted. Some of us have PTSD. Some of us are recovering victims of physical abuse. Some of us have Asperger Syndrome. The list of possibilities goes on. But we exist. We like being in public, eating good food, and having cups of coffee…

You. You with my exact thoughts in your head. Get over here and watch Pushing Daisies with me.

Sniffle.

Aww. I just totally disagree. If someone proposed at my wedding I’d feel like it was a good sign; like I’d created this beautiful, loving, warm space for the people I care about, as well as myself. It would be such a perfect memory to have.

True, and no argument that big ag deserves the drought shame. However - CA ag uses such an awful lot of water because it feeds the country. While we should certainly square up against corporate food giants, we should all try to understand where *we* are in the problem. Are you buying packaged food shipped out of…

Right? I remember used tambourines, barbecue slop, and Kurdish food markets, myself. Never saw a single pastel yellow easter dress dotted with Tennessee’s least common flowering tree on a grown ass woman before.

I’m with you. Whenever someone says something like “I don’t like it when fiction gets political or too real/relevant,” I just roll my eyes. When, exactly, did we forget why stories exist?

Fourth grade. And you should note: I was a late bloomer to the extreme. Didn’t hit over the 100 lb mark until I was in college. I was always very small.

So this has happened to me? Around the same age? And nobody gives half a shit when you’re broke, btw.