I try not to be judgmental of others’ relationship decisions, I really do; but I have a hard time imagining a healthy relationship dynamic between me (30) and a 60-year-old. I can’t. How could they NOT be full of unwanted sage advice for every challenge I face? How could they NOT think they know better than me, when…

It’s so puzzling to me that guys in trucks (it’s almost always a white man in a pickup truck) can get so mad at others for having the nerve to even exist. The cyclist doesn’t even have to do anything [the driver thinks is] wrong; they just have to be there, in the road. Even when there is room to go around, when…

I really wish they’d all lay off the “it’s because of drinking” thing. I have been so, so drunk, so many times in the past ten years. With friends, with strangers, with dates, whatever. Know how many people I’ve raped? It’s zero.

But you did hear how good at swimming he is, right? /s

My hair has changed texture as I’ve aged, and it’s just not as pretty/cooperative when it’s long anymore.

I didn’t see the movie, but I really wonder if “suicide is the ultimate solution,” or just one solution?

I think there’s a lot of weirdness in this story overall re: disability, that makes me feel very icky about it. (Disclaimer: able-bodied person speaking.)