“History is one big mess.”

Judging by the Mar-a-Lago health inspector ratings, if the choking doesn’t get ya, the food poisoning will!

Though it kills me to look at it, I still haven’t been able to delete from my phone the photo I surreptitiously took of my finger pressing the button for our first woman president. And then the shell-shock at midnight. So I have lost faith in my fellow humans, and am dreading Wednesday.

Got a news alert today that DOJ is sending agents to my county, and I bet I could pinpoint exactly what neighborhoods they’ll be in.

Pratchett and Wodehouse usually work. When I really just can’t stand this skin anymore, a dose of Carlin brings me around. I wish you luck: we’re all in this together. 

I’m only one person, but I’m on it.

I’m planning on avoiding all news media completely. The memory of coming home in 2016, wine bottle and chocolate in hand ready to celebrate, and then watching tv and my horror growing as the evening progressed, ending in tears, is still all too fresh in my mind.

Podcasts all day, then a movie after work. As long as I avoid twitter (and Jezebel) I can avoid the results until Wednesday. If there’s a Blue Wave, I’ll have the rest of my life to rejoice. If not, I’ll have one last night of better sleep than the ones to come.

I used to think I had a pretty good idea of how politics work but now I have to admit that I don’t have a fucking clue anymore. Here in my county our very Republican Sheriff actually reported an extremist manifesto put out by another Republican elected official to the FBI. So there is an elected state representative…

I had a FB memory pop up from 2008 yesterday, which was my Mom’s birthday, and I was thanking the universe for getting her the best birthday present possible, which was President Obama.

Jesus Christ! Our daughter is legit gorgeous, but her dad sees her as his KID. He doesn’t objectively look upon her as far as attractiveness. That’s sick. Sick. Sad.

I’m on edge, nauseated and just filled with dread. Someone said today it’s exactly 10 years ago that Obama was elected and I just can’t. I remember going to bed then and not being able to sleep because I was exhilarated and flushed with hope and optimism. Now, again, I’m unable to sleep, but this time it’s because I’m…

What little faith I had left in my fellow Americans was pretty much extinguished in 2016. So, yeah, I’m kind of expecting to wake up Wednesday to either a still Republican House, or that Democrats did indeed win it, but the GOP federal govt refuses to recognize it (see: Kemp in Georgia) and declares martial law and…

Is anyone else living in dread of tomorrow? It's like all my hope has vanished and all that's left is a feeling of queasiness. And alcohol.

And um... Hairspray! Yes it was also a musical/dance comedy but it met the romantic intrigue requirements for a rom com.

What about if one lead is Black and the other white? Something New, starring Sanaa Lathan and Simon Baker, is really good and features the Black upper class! (Also, Simon Baker. Yum.)

Also worth noting that Toni Collette gained 40 lbs to play Muriel Heslop in one of the greatest romantic comedies of all time. As an Australian, Rebel should remember this!

As I said in the other thread, this is a very strange hill for her to die on. She said something that was incorrect and she has been provided with multiple examples to prove she was wrong. Why not just say “sorry” and move on? She’s been digging her heels in all weekend and blocking people left and right. I’m not even…

I know this is so not the point, but does How Stella Got Her Groove Back count as a romantic comedy? I don’t remember it being particularly funny. I would’ve thought straight up romance.

It would’ve been so easy for Rebel to just say, “Shit, you’re right. I’m sorry.” It really sucks that instead she’s being stubborn and choosing not to support the plus size women who came before her, as if there can only be one.