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almost alarmingly, yes! i feel sort of insane. i should add, because it’s controversial one, i also thought bad moms was funny AF. i was raised on mel brooks, so i feel like these are in the same wheelhouse.

Bobby, let me actually support your decision to see “Game Night.” It was legit hilarious. I didn’t even know what it was about or who was in it, though I was the designated ticket procurer among my friends, and I was goddamned delighted.

Love her. That’s all.

For me, it’s the ever-increasing size of an iPhone. I have small hands and small pockets. It’s a recipe for disaster.

I hate Illinois Nazis.

Which is gross? If you mean the couple I knew (close family, actually), their relationship wasn’t in any way gross (and they were married for 20 years, until the death of the older partner, who was female and the younger spouse was male). But I can see how, in general, a huge age difference isn’t the greatest sign;

My first thought: “Oh, the age difference wasn’t big enough?” Though I’ve known a happily egalitarian married couple with a 36-year age difference, so I shouldn’t make a blanket statement out of it.

Ooh, there’s a great book about America’s “haunted” places, including the Winchester house, and how their real histories and cult tales dovetail with the larger social issues that plague and have plagued the country. “Ghostland” by Colin Dickey. A few spots feel silly, but it’s generally entertaining, earnestly

cannot wait! yesterday’s op-ed was brilliant.

re: queefing. i don’t know where this came from, but i immediately adopted someone’s advice to say, upon queefing, “oh! she likes you!” #lifehacks

Please add Freya and Natori to your must list! They also make sports bras in band-and-cup sizes, which makes my life much easier. They are, however, righteously expensive.

I found out this weekend that both a favorite childhood teacher and my dear, dear friend share the same first memory of me: walking into 7th grade English in a Sonic Youth shirt that read “Youth Against Fascism” on one side and “I Believe Anita Hill” on the other. Yay for woke-ass babies!

:) that’s pretty damn cool. mine is clearly marked... but the guys giving me warning don’t seem to give it a glance. then again, where i live, i’m often filling up at truckstops, so it may be less about my gender than the relative size of my vehicle? and my gender presentation.

While that’s nice, I more often have people helpfully stop me from pumping diesel into my diesel car. These people have always been men, and I am a woman. Who owns a diesel car. Apparently those two things do.not.compute. Then again, I’m midwestern; I would choke and die of embarrassment if I outright said, to a

Last year’s Book of the Year from NPR was “Ghostland”, a history of the U.S. in haunted places, and it’s great on the Winchester House and other spots throughout the nation, explaining why the creep factor often says more about our current cultural hangups and personal fears than any haunting (save our collective

Very appreciative of this second statement; I really like and respect Mayim Bialik, and I couldn’t believe how tone-deaf her piece for the Times was. I remember thinking, “Wait, she thinks *this* is feminism?”

I appreciate this. This is, by the info here, a case in which an abuser and murderer went to trial, served his sentence, and is undergoing reentry. We may take serious issue with the sentence and time served (I certainly do) and feel rage over all those whose abusers and killers are not brought to justice, but when

There was a great article about forced and coerced C-sections, including Dray’s case, in Contexts magazine (a sociological journal) not too long ago (but it’s currently paywalled http://journals.sagepub.com/doi/full/10.1177/1536504217714259). Luckily, the author wrote another, non-paywalled one on the “c-section

Luckily, Justine didn’t mind using either name (Ruszczyk or Damond), so I wouldn’t consider this dead-naming (which is obvs a really serious problem). She joked that she was marrying Don to “buy a vowel”! I miss her.