I have no specific scary tale, but I used to go to peoples house’s for work. Everyone would assume the projects or the “rough” city neighborhoods were terrifying at night.

I think doctors used to have groupies, but it seems to be less common now.

I also tend to overpack underwear because: swass, rain, rips, sneezes, a pair could spontaneously combust.

I also think there is a big difference in fertility between ages 40 and 49.

Does anyone have (or had) actual cool young parents who are your best friends—like on TV?

Right? And we all have favorite shirts, least-favorite backup pants, etc. I wouldn’t want to assume.

I cannot imagine packing another human’s suitcase aside from a child or an ill person. I would never assume my husband’s day-to-underwear ratio.

I think taking away some common daily stressors like cooking, cleaning, rich people shit-would make things easier on a relationship. The foundation of it? Of course not.

“performing domestic labor in their home”

I feel like the dragons need a seatbelt or shoulder harness.

Because they all know a “daughter of a friend’s cousin” who supposedly had nine abortions and is addicted to crack.

Seriously? I’m sure they don’t mind the killer isn’t plastered all over TV and social media.

Yup. I also spend far too much mental energy wondering what happened to his giant round Superman bed after the divorce.

I wonder if Netflix is so ubiquitous now that it’s hard to avoid. As soon as I turned it on, the Dahmer trailer was playing on their home screen.  

I admit to occasionally watching serial killer content. I always feel kind of gross after, but I will throw it on if I am bored.

There was a time long ago when Sharon’s lack of a filter seemed humorous and refreshing. But since then, it became pretty clear she is just not a nice person. I respect her for selling Ozzy’s cars when she found out he was driving drunk. But she is still a shit human.

Are assholes directors or are directors assholes?

That and I think it was baked into the very founding of the country.

It just kept piling on. A child who lost most of the adults in her family, but found a steady adult role model in a friendly police officer. It’s a nice feel good story— like Eleven meeting Hopper.

yup and they could be working with kids again.