HA! I ordered the Cards Against Humanity's Ten Days or Whatever of Kwanzaa gifts for yours truly this year and it is full of win. I'm deep in finals week and not able to devote time to solve the super secret puzzle that is part of the gifts. But I have enjoyed opening my lonely mailbox during the past few weeks to…

I feel like that bobcat is destined for Jenny Lawson,

Do you know Juanita? Do a google image search for "Juanita Weasel." Minutes of fun are guaranteed.

my neighbors had a baby with a TON of issues- he lost an eye, he had brain surgery. he now has a fake eye, and when he was really wee, a lot of time was spent getting him to take his fake eye out of his mouth. now he's a lil nerd bb with glasses and his fake eye, and is just the most Boyish Boy to Ever Boy- bikes and…

According to the cops, the cab driver technically didn't break any laws because he did not seem to mean Alexis any harm though her parents are now pushing for laws that require taxi drivers to verify the age of young passengers traveling alone.

My mortifying holiday party experience ended up changing my life completely. It was my first job out of college, it was in my field of choice and I hated it. I was there about 5 months when the holiday party came around. I also happened to be in a horrible marriage, we were young and totally stupid. By the time my…

Well mine pales in comparison to what's in the article but I will share.

Addendum to the Thanksgiving story:

I set a supervisor's coat on fire and woke up in the bed of one of the dudes from Vampire Weekend (he was on tour and not present).

It really really does.

Starring for fellow Christmas baby.

I have a friend who stage managed a certain city's ballet for years after we graduated college. Her stories of the yearly Nutcracker alone make me wonder why there isn't a PTSD support group for stage managers who are cursed with dealing with dancers.

I wish this was a cartoon and I could sit on him and crush him under the weight of my magnificent hard working bubble booty.

amen, brother!

That's exactly it! My Wang has been through it all. It's been carried through rainy northern Pacific winters, used as a beach bag, and even once to smuggle a giant beer stein out of Hofbrauhaus. And it still looks fantastic. I like nice things, but not to the point where you have to be precious with them. Quality…

I bet your bag is fabulous. I've never had a bag that cost more than... $400? But that one—a linea pelle with no visible branding—has held up through years of mistreatment. Quality leather goods are really just one of my favorite things in life.

I betcha those counterfeit bags are made in factories with conditions that make the iPhone factories look like spa days.

BUYING A KNOCK OFF HANDBAG IS NOT A VICTIMLESS CRIME!!! And no, I'm not writing that in screamy all-caps because I give a crap about the LVMHs of the world—although I do believe designers and artists should have control over their intellectual property. Way more important: knock-off goods are sold by terrorist groups…

Yeah, I don't get what kind of satisfaction you get from carrying something fake. Congrats on graduating grad school and your A Wang bag!!! :)

Exactly. My best friend & I made a pact long ago, while we were slaving away in grad school, that we would each buy ourselves a designer bag when we finally graduated. I got an Alexander Wang and she got a Mulberry. And damn if I don't feel happy and proud of myself every time I carry that bag.