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This is hilarious to me, because a good friend of mine looks a lot like Leonardo DiCaprio and hates it. He’s been told this for years (he showed me a photo of himself that was taken at age 22—we’re in our mid-30s now—and the resemblance to late-90s Leo was uncanny). To this day, nearly every friend of mine who meets

Goddamn you sold me on it with this description. Which Jo Malone scent is it?

No. It’s chilly there this time of year. You’ll be doing lots of walking, you’ll be fine with comfortable flats/boots and maybe heels for night if you’ll be going out.

I’ve attended SO many conferences at hotels that have served this exact same goddamned dish (and sans open bar). I expected more from the Young Republicans. At least they had booze.

Knowing what she is is a HUGE part of the battle. I’m glad that you know this and that you know it’s not your fault. I hope that one day you can get to a point of having no contact with her that way you can find some peace. And know that you’re not alone, there are sadly many of us out there who have mothers like this

I know I’m arm-chairing here, but my mother is a narcissist and there’s so many signs to me that your mom is too, along with other issues. The clear lack of boundaries, the asking of highly instrusive questions about your sex life and over concern about your health shows that she does not view you as an autonomous

This needs more stars!

I’m from Oahu and now live in California. I SO get this and I hate it.

Fuck this professor so hard. And you know they believe they are extremely enlightened!

I’m worried about that too. I’m more resistant to change than I thought.

Know if Burneko is still going to be around in the Kinja universe?

Does Wonkette’s commenting system even resemble Kinja? How am I going to find everyone? The regulars and inside jokes every Monday morning made this BCO community special.

What? If Burneko is leaving too, than I have no reason to read GM anymore.

I have the same problem. I tend to meet clingy, needy men. Men who complain that I need to work late a lot, who don’t seem to understand why I’m not off at 5 p.m. and can’t go to happy hour (when you’re an editor the day does not end at 5!) or why I just need to be alone some days, especially after really hectic

Oh my god. I had no idea Milan was like this. I cannot imagine.

Kickstart this please. I’ll invest!

I know. My mom really robbed me of my youth. Internet hugs!

Fucking hell. We’re the same height, and 130 was my fighting weight, when I looked my absolute best. My mom did the same shit to me and it took me years to get over it. That is NOT overweight or “big” any means! I know it’s easier said than done but please don’t let this get to you. I wasted my teen years and 20s

I’d say so. It’s bland. At least with Taco Bell it works when you’re drunk or high.

I see we entered the SF Mission burrito vs California burrito debate.