This finale was the cultural catharsis we all needed.

In 7th grade I switched to public school from private Catholic school. I will never forget the day I walked into Studio Art class and realized people actually set aside WHOLE ROOMS dedicated to painting, making shitty clay masterpieces, and that it was FREE- before that it had been “Art on a Cart” and you had to…

Here’s the thing: we all know how this story ends, and it’s not pretty or sparkly or redemptive. It ends when her heart fails from the years of abuse, bulimia, and toxic stress, and likely, in the next decade.

Can you, like, maybe hang out around these parts more?

I just texted the same sentiment to Mr.Beast this morning. We all should just stay home and fuck the pain away.

It’s not just staff that are subject to this kind of discrimination- patrons are frequently screened and sorted and sat based on their level of attractiveness. Hot walk-ins on a Friday night? You’re taking that prime deuce. Schlep who made the reso on Opentable and shows up in cargo shorts? Yea, you can have a…

Actually, in a weird way, not drinking has really strengthened some of my friendships. I was so terrified that giving up my shitcanned Fridays (and Saturdays, Sundays...) would make my friends run for the exits- but they haven’t. In fact, they’ve gotten really into planning dates that have nothing to do with booze-…

Hey there! Check out the Center for Motivation and Change. Cheesy name, but treatment that is evidence based and not centered around 12 steps, more on behavior modification and close analysis of mood, motivation and all of the underlying emotional issues that inspire substance use (and abuse). They also help you get…

Former SSM participant here. I can tell you that shit is CRAY! We would have small group sessions where “International” would ask us to explicitly detail our experiences masturbating (alone and with partners) and offer us feedback... I left very shortly after that.

...Or just decline the invitation?

I don’t lie about bailing anymore. Maybe it comes with age? But if I’m in the black hole of depression and can’t make it, I’m honest with my friends- and they’re always supportive. Otherwise, as my mom has drilled into my head, “just get up and go and see how you feel when you get there...”

My Dad’s Dad, early 1940’s...He fibbed about his age to enlist, so I think he’s about 17 here. What a baby!

oh my god i think i just killed my little 18 year old employee who happens to sit in full view of my computer screen...

My first job working “on the books” in high school: lifeguard at the local country club pulling in a whopping 6.25 an hour. My second summer working there, I discovered a new guard (boy) was making 7 an hour- because, as my dirty old boss tried to explain, “he has to drive to work every day”. After I LOL’d and pointed…