Unfortunately, it is that ubiquitous. Because the experiences are personal, women often feel the need to share these experiences and feelings with other women. I wouldn’t bring up any of the violent encounters I’ve had with my father, for example, but my sisters and girlfriends were the first people I shared them…

One does not waste the soft, salty char of a slice of halloum. You had no choice, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

I was really stymied, too. Whaaat?

He’s 45? Are you sure you didn’t mean four HUNDRED and forty five?

A Lone of Gunmen...? Alone?

I don't think I could handle that!!!

I’m a teacher, and right now we are reading “To Kill a Mockingbird.” I don’t teach in North America, so my students don’t have the same context about topics like Columbus and slavery and white privilege. Yesterday was one of those wonderful days where we derailed from the initial lesson, but had a wonderful discussion…

Ugh. I never could stand her.

You phrased that perfectly. It's hard to grasp, living in the north.

You got greyed? That’s bullshit.

Hummus Bros?

Tim Curry must live forever. There’s no alternative.

Can I ask why you refer to them as ‘American’ sensibilities?

Agreed. When someone's heart is in the right place, maybe best to quietly explain to her why this is so, so, so not okay.

I too, would have his babies.

Nope. Turkish.

This is indirectly related. “Turkey” and “gun” reminded me of Christmas 2013—I was on a bus going from Istanbul to Channakale (near Troy and the ANZAC beach) and we were 4 hours into a 6 hour trip. This tall, bald guy who’d been chatting politely with another man on the bus stood up and the driver slowed down. He…

A man’s heart is stonier...

Holy shit. Laughed SO loud.