Has anyone read “ A Gentleman in Moscow” by Amor Towles? Words cannot describe how I love this book. It’s about a Russian aristocrat under house arrest in a fancy Moscow Hotel. I just finished it and it’s amazing story telling. I loved the author’s first book, but this one is even better.

I’ll have to look for the book. Bobbed Hair and Bathtub Gin is a good look at Zelda (as well as Edna Ferber, Dorothy Parker and Edna St. Vincent Milay). She was so in need of mental help, and Scott was such an ass.

Omg. I just told my lame school one and remembered a way better one.

I got in trouble in the first grade for lying about my grandparents coming for a visit (they were coming - just a week later than I told my teacher). I remember being mortified when she asked my dad about them being there. I feel a much bigger deal was made about it because my “public” school was small and operated…

Everything legitimate there is to pin on Christie and you’re making fat jokes?

My friend’s husband grabbed my breasts to comment on their size on vacation last year. Even though I know better, I was surprised how much it bothered me. This “we’re supposed to like it” crap is so deeply ingrained.

A mother of one of my highschool friends left her bad marriage right around the time we graduated, and has been happily coupled with another one of our peers since we were about 20. We got great thrills making him show pictures of the “grandkids” at our 10th reunion.

I’m still not over my 50 year old uncle marrying a women who was three months younger than me (I was 20 at the time). I cannot imagine a possible step parent situation. Yuck.

I will be surprised if my mother ever gets help. My dad’s dead and she does sort of the same thing - just doesn’t talk about him, put all the pictures away etc.

I’m clearly not mom material, because I would have noped out the first time. Just ran. Or doused her with holy water.

When I was about twelve, I went snooping through a closet and found photos of a little girl that looked like me, but seemed to have been taken a good 10 years earlier. I took the box to my mom, who told me that we would talk about it later, and to go outside to play. When I brought the pictures up later, she denied I…

My eyebrow area was swollen to golf ball size. There was a lot of room for pus.

“this is the longest puss rope I’ve ever seen!” (while squeezing a foot of smelly goo out of my horribly infected eyebrow piercing.)

My dad was a vet. Towards the end of his life, my brother went with him on a farm call to do a post mortem on a calf. My dad instructed my brother to “poke” the swollen belly with a knife. It exploded. All over my brother.

My boyfriend doesn’t like doctors. He let a pilondal cyst go so long that he has nerve damage from “sitting” on his hip, and it was like the scene from friends when he finally saw the doctor. They called the entire office in to look because they couldn’t believe it got that big.

Growing up, I  saw prolapsed uteri in cattle all the time (veterinarian’s kid). When I got older and realized that I not only had a uterus, but that it could indeed prolapse just like ol’ Bessie’s, I was horrified.

I’m beginning to think this entire run was an elaborate plan to funnel campaign contributions into his various business interests, because he would have to know all of this would come out.

This is what I heard the moment I tuned in. I tuned right back out. (I’m Canadian, that’s my excuse).

We have a pretty good hold on racism. Our police liked to do things like drive natives out of the city limits in the winter to freeze. Civilians like to hurl invective at immigrants sitting in traffic. No sir US, you don’t hold the patent on hate.

Privatizing Sasktel isn’t glamorous enough?