He’s close to death. He is just an old, frail man trying to get to heaven.

I feel like Occam’s Razor sort of dictates that he wasn’t in an open marriage with extremely complex and weird rules and a borrowed apartment, he was just basic-as-hell cheating on his wife, and pulling the writer into a shit situation she didn’t ask to be in.

BOAT: Break Out Another Thousand. If you live around Boat Clubs, use those. They aren’t cheap, but are probably cheaper than my boating habit.

As someone who left a stressful, toxic, but well-paying job to work an hourly job at an indie bookstore (my dream job)

I don’t regret it AT ALL. The stress of not being having money has actually been better than the dread of waking up every single day to go somewhere I hated. My job is amazing and I still find myself…

starting today i am going to try ball walking! bigger calves and improved posture sound like a win.

“If there is a wasp, or a slug or something...”

I just love this.

It could still be an open relationship as far as the marriage (you do what you need to) but he wasn’t open and honest with the LW.

“We have this energy saving system where if we can be lazy, we are.”

If it was an open relationship, then he wouldn’t have been so secretive about it.

Man, with 54 days a year of paid leave it isn’t like you have to be at this job you hate very often!

10/10 can confirm that ball-walking = bigger calves. My BF has tendon damage on the sides of his feet*, and after decades of basically tiptoeing around, dear GOD he has the shapeliest calves I have ever seen on a man. I can’t even look at him flex his legs because the muscle definition is just.... Michelangelo levels…

They have a few of these medieval reenactment villages sprinkled throughout Europe. I tried to convince my girlfriends to go to one for a Girl’s Trip and they’re still laughing.

I’ve actually fallen down the Bubonic Plague YouTube video rabbit hole of late. You think times are shitty right now, you’ve clearly never bled from your armpits, friends. It’s oddly comforting.

I get it. It’s a “good” problem to have, and feels like sour grapes, but dreading how you spend more than half your waking hours is a shitty way to go through life.

You are correct, but America is still garbage.

I don’t think a school gets to agree to allow minor students to be groped. Look in lockers, sure. Check backpacks, okay. Look down shirts and grab nipples? No.

They also love them some Fight Club. A novel, written by a gay man, that’s meant as a mockery of machismo culture. They ain’t the sharpest tools in the shed.

... which is a common phrase used to describe ‘seeing things as the really are’ ...such as like in The Matrix where Neo takes the red pill.

Nothing tickles me quite the way I am tickled by the knowledge that these MRA fucks* named their anti-woman movement after an image brought up in passing in a movie written, directed, and produced by two women.
 
*Fucks is what they are, not what they do. It goes without saying that you shouldn’t fuck an MRA.