“Oh God, I’m in bumfuck nowhere Des Moines.”

I have very little patience for anti-flyover elitist shit. Especially from politicians who suddenly remember Des Moines is their favorite place every time there’s a primary.

To be fair, the Des Moines airport is teeny, and unless it’s changed, flights to and from are exorbitant. He should be thankful there IS wine.

Good to know we all may die so that he could have a little noontime nap.

As much as I enjoy the thought that she’s probably laughing her ass off privately, I’m also terrified for y’know. The world.

I miss this face.

I want to say this is like how I blame my husband for my being heavier since we got married. He brings home the ice cream, but I’m the idiot who makes the decision to eat it.

At some point, you have to admit you have some agency.

Caitlyn’s politics. Kris’s bankroll. I’m with you on the stupid excuses, and honesty don’t think she appreciates how much more difficult it could have been. Her family, for the most part, was on board. If your spouse struggles, give them space. Jesus.

I was thinking the exact same thing about your “grown-assed adult” comment. WE ARE THE SAME.

I got to do my big reveal with a hair and make-up team on national television. This is not my life!

Grown-ass Conservative Republican woman. I’m sure her political views didn’t in any way shape her attitude toward herself or her situation.

I’m not team Kris or anything, but it would take a genuinely special person to truly support your spouse through a gender transition. To do so while also an international “brand” that necessitates your laundry being on television, even if that were a life you had chosen makes it more complicated. Add to the mix that…

My mother started doing this and I started sending her updates about the mundanity of my life.
“Pooping. 7/10 - needs more fiber.”
“Brushed hair. At least three new grays.)
“Online shopping. Miss allowance.”

After four five days of multiple updates per hour, she got really impatient and asked me to stop.

The same thing…

Even the quotes, brief as they are, make me want to vomit a little.

I saw them at a talk a few years ago, and while I’m sure their circumstances have improved since the book was published, it takes a few generations for that kind of suffering to wash away. The granddaughter seemed bright and motivated, and everything she said was very positive.

I hope she’s on board and all the…

Worse, the scientific community made millions on developments from her cells, and her descendants lived in poverty, obscurity, and without adequate healthcare until the proceeds from Skloot’s book.

I hope Oprah’s film will benefit the family, as well.

That may be true of adults. It is not true of teenagers.

I don’t have any personal experience with heroin, but I did grow up in a dry county. We didn’t have access to booze (or birth control, for that matter), so most of my high school acquaintances made do by getting stoned out of their gourds. Many of them are still in the same places, going to the same haunts, and…

It sounds lovely. I hope to join you in that existence someday.

Yeah. At this point, I’d indecently accept with indecent enthusiasm, and then indecently invest for my indecent future fiscal security.

I once had an employer who was pissed he missed his annual 100K bonus. He ranted and raved about it in front of my desk for about half an hour before I reminded him that his bonus was more than my salary.

I’d be pretty stoked to make $8K a month, even without the bonus, but I’ve always had low standards.