Try Night Film by Marisha Pessl, or Skippy Dies by Paul Murray.

About a year into our marriage, my husband and I were in a Times Square arcade one day and for kicks we played a newfangled "see what your baby would look like!" morphing photo booth thing that took both our pictures, enyoungened them, and morphed them into one. Our baby was fuck-ugly. I mean, that little fucker's…

I've been both clinically emaciated and about 80 lbs overweight. Some of the things I heard when I was severely underweight: you look like you have AIDS (ah, the 80s), you look like you belong in a concentration camp, you are unfuckable. Luckily, I only got fat well into my 30's - an age at which open ridicule tends…

This is totally A Thing! I remember back when The Real World first started, thinking how it sucked that I was too old to audition (must note that this was when TRW was considered all deep and revolutionary, pre-frat boy 24/7 drunk-fucking era) and now I realize those kids were my same exact age, if not older.

I had a horrible moment recently with the sweet little Beagle mix we adopted from an abusive/neglectful home: we had had him for a couple months when one night I was changing my clothes in the bedroom while he stood sweetly by, ever watchful...I snapped the leather belt off my jeans and the pup lost.his.shit. He…

I was devastated when on a trip to Austria as a teenager I ordered a wiener schnitzel and was presented with a dry flat little breaded pork chop thingie. I thought I'd be getting a magical Germanic sausage. Twenty two years later, I am still a little angry.

Possum?