You’ve seen this story, I hope:

Replying to myself. This was 23 years ago, not 33 years ago. I’m doing the reverse of that “leap” math where once you get over 2000 you lose a decade. So you think that 1998 was 17 years ago, not 27 years ago. In my case everything seems to be so far in the past I add a decade.

The thing is (and this is why and how Jezebel is an extension of my brief counseling sessions) he was almost like a Scientologist, you have to confess everything and everything must be communicated to everyone. This was 33 years ago and I remember my outing like it was yesterday. AND he presented himself as a straight…

This is actually very strange. It’s taking my comments from an account I created about three hours ago and merging them into my former account where I can’t star anyone, but the former account is still active.

Here I am, for example. I can’t star you, but I can leave an appreciative comment. 100 stars! (I also can’t upload funny gifs…)

Oh no, now I can’t star anyone on Jezebel. Software glitch; I lost my starring ability on Gawker last week. So I downloaded Mozilla but I think I have to create a new account. I will conga through.

I grew up as a “one drop” Catholic. My grandmother’s mother was, so through the family line we had to pretend we were Catholic. Plus we grew up in a suburb that was more Catholic than County Tipperary, and more “Irish.”

When I was about 30 they had some kind of crackdown here in NY about selling cigarettes to underage people (the smoking age was 18.) So for about a week everyone, literally everyone, buying cigarettes was carded. It didn’t last long obviously, because it was insane. I liked the time an elderly guy in front of me was…

KitchenAid refrigerator. The thing is like a cryogenic chamber. Milk lasts much longer. Organic fruits and vegetables stay happily in ours for weeks. “Farm fresh” eggs have been known to make it through months’ worth of brunches until finally their day arrives. I think we have cheese stocked away from 2014. I think I…

You’re back! I thought there was an ugly rumor that you’d been banned for some reason?

When I was a wee Conga this was played AT A WEDDING. It was considered very romantic in the freewheeling 70s. If memory serves they also played “Disco Inferno.” Burn that motha down!

I might be your mother’s age! My sister and I would get thrown out of the house every day during summer and told to find something to do. There were tons of kids and stay-at-home Moms in my neighborhood so we’d roam around. It was like we were feral. We all had bikes so we’d go on these epic bike rides (no bike lanes,…

I am incredibly embarrassed to cofess that I’m blurring my experiences in Britain with my experiences in Anglo Canada, where I also go frequently. And actually what was I thinking, I’ve never driven in Britain but I’ve driven all over Ontario and the Maritimes. It was very late here in the States when I posted my…

They don’t need thumbs. We picked up our puppy from a shelter when he was four moths old. Within 24 hours of being in the apartment he figured out that if the stood up and put his paws on the “knife edge” door handles we have (not door knobs, they’re horizontal levers) and pushed he could open a door. Twenty-four…

I’ve always been curious about why the British cling to “stone” when pounds have been thrown over for kilos (except when describing people) and Fahrenheit for centigrade and feet and yards for meters and miles for kilometers. I was just reading yesterday about a woman who was described as being morbidly obese at 22…

They seem to hate a select few of the very minor Royals but have you been reading their ringing defense (sorry, “defence”) of the Queen for giving the Hitler salute when she was a child? Probably more like hating on the Sun (and Rupert Murdoch’s avowedly Republican leanings) but still, it read like Britain itself…

For Christmas get your father this:

I bet that’s not bad. It’s like a very simple fish in a peanut sauce, which I’ve had in Thai restaurants.

Thanks. My dinner is about to arrive in five minutes. Guess I’ll just save it for lunch tomorrow.

Who gave you the CD in the first place?