Are... are you my sister??

Ryan Atwood? Is that you?

Yeah. I try to give folks the benefit of the doubt here. He's up there with Norman Borlaug on "Oh so close to being right but... Oh, dammit."

I suspect the whole show is just a slow build-up to Emma Stone’s on-air coronation as Lip Sync Queen.

I feel obligated to say a few things - just in case there's a gal out there suffering like I have.

So I've had it up to here (I'm holding my hand up, fyi.) with this bit of backwards logic:

I have a very sweet and patient therapist, though I go rarely at this point. I've also worked through some great literature because, as she knows, I'm more of an active spirit; I like to feel as though I can make the difference to myself.

Actually, if someone takes over the "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." task for a few minutes - it'd be a huge relief. I've been doing a lot of that. I need a new mantra, heh.

Sorry ladies. I win this one.

Oh my god Climb Every Mountain is torture. I don't even know what happens in the second half of the damned movie because I always fell asleep at Climb Every Mountain. They made everything so slow and blurry and low-lit and zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

If only half of Emma's fan base pauses to google "interectionality" then this was a major leap forward for the incoming generation of feminists.

Now. How to get my own generation to put down "Lean In" long enough to consider those protesting, underserved, minority hospital employees... Hmm.

I'm freshly out of a seven year relationship with someone who came home around 1am nightly. Spent many, many years sleeping about 5 hours before getting up for work. So what do I do now that they're gone? Well... I'll tell you.

This isn't that crazy, y'all. If anything - it's pretty odd that it hasn't become more common by now. The mitochondria are truly vital to energy production and in reducing organic compounds for better processing in the cell. This treatment is roughly equivalent to you eating active-culture yogurt to aid in…

Oh, damn. I missed one didn't I? Ow ow ow!

Goodness me, you can't be serious.

I fantasized about going to this school, actually. The introverted, bookish, small-town loving part of me that wanted to run away to live out The Secret History (Without the pagan sacrifices. Maybe.) always hoped to be a Sweet Briar lady.

^^^This. This is DC life these days.

It's pretty sad how much of this information I could have used in my last long-term relationship.

Not so insane. When I moved in with my mother, we had zero rules. If she was around when we left the house, she'd shout "Be kind, be safe, and don't get arrested!"

This surprises me! Both where I'm from (small town, deep south) and where I live now (bright lights, big city) the trends are the exact opposite. Conservatives/neoliberals - my roommate calls them "pearl girls" - have to have straight, basic hair or they don't function.