I fucking love Laura Dern (and so does David Lynch) and I wish she was cast in more films and shows.

Your suggestion would have been even more eerie and horrifying, actually. Much better at building dread.

There are certain “types” of readers that it’s not even worth having discussions with. These include ones who cannot conceive of scenarios where prostitutes can be raped.

Your understanding of sexual assault is frightening.

Child prostitution and human trafficking is pretty “shocking” for the majority of people. It has always been a worst case scenario for most people to engage in, not a first choice for money or entertainment for a reason. And it’s considered a human right violation. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Someone is going around pulling us out of the grays. LIKE A WIZARD.

I guess I’m ok with being in the grays. I feel like I am a wee ghost haunting comments and dust bunnies and such.

I’m glad we spent several days agreeing with each other? Peace.

If her mental health wasn’t stable, she needed a counselor. Not an authoritarian punishment. Which brings me back to my original point of talking to her, finding a supportive structure for her instead, and not mortifying her.

Same. Look at those muscles, too. Really shows that this is a strong athlete.

I’m talking about the whole milieu of mental health treatment and when you can get the school counselor on board along with community mental health, there are things that people can manage to afford do besides humiliating his/her child like this. He didn’t do this because he couldn’t find a counselor.

How is that figure even possible? I don’t get it.

Some of us are stuck in the greys and don’t know how to get out. It’s like some weird...kinja limbo.

It’s really a great place to be. Just be as aware as you would be in any other city. Try some meetups to find kindred spirits. Although I’d be a hermit in NY at this time of the year too...the heat...

You rule for coming back and including these emergency numbers.

I played in the most boring way. I never once thought of decapitation or having my dolls sex each other. I made them go to work and do laundry and fold their clothes. WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME??! I feel like I missed out on so much.

Ugh, I fucking love me some overpriced J.Crew. It’s embarrassing and ridiculous.

Jesus, I’m imagining a tree full of naked barbies just dangling there from their raggedy hair. It’s like something out of True Detective.

Do you think he’s happy and well taken care of? I hope so.

This is how I am going to order buffalo wings for the rest of my life.