And not all of the north is progressive. I lived in Kentucky and in New York. I found great, progressive people in both. I found racist shitbags in both. Granted, Kentucky had more openly racist shitbags, but in a way I respected that, because then they were easily identifiable and avoidable. In New York? You had to…

Gotta thing for the sociopaths? Me too!

I had to give up the show in the middle of season 2 while it was on b/c of work schedule, and just never got around to catching back up. (Between the writer’s strike at the time and other things, it just never happened.)

The thing that really gets me is I know I present myself as a confident person. Whenever people get to know me realy well they are surprised to find out just how anxious and not confident I am. So “be confident” ridiculous advice, because the only people who know I’m not are people who know me well.

Right? And numbers and sizes are so ridiculous. My good friend and I are the same height. Freshman year of college, we weighed about the same. She was a size 0-2 and I was 6-8. I was in great shape and so was she — we just developed muscle in completely different ways. I try to remember that these days when I feel…

Ha! I have a good friend who is a 6-foot Amazon woman and while I think she looks powerful and awesome, she wishes just for once she could be tiny. I am built like a pack mule: I am short and kind of stocky but can lift and carry and move more shit than any of the other women in the office combined. They’re always…

Thank you for this. I know everyone is trying to be supportive with stories of how their confidence made them attractive. But honestly, this entire thing is just fucking depressing. It may be the weight, it may not be. It may be the confidence, it may not be. But the entire thing reads to someone who is overweight and…

And isn’t their brand of Christianity one where, no matter what the person did to you, if they “ask for forgiveness with Christ in their heart” or whatever, you have to forgive them, even if you’re not ready to? Or want to?

Thank you for making this edition easy for me. The others always have me feeling very shameful after I answer.

I’m right there with you. I work in a cafe over the weekend and sometimes have to pick up whipped cream when we run out. I couldn’t figure out the first step of how to get high off that, unless you’re talking sugar coma.

Right? Although, sometimes not great. I dated a guy in college who had the speech, “I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything…

I wrote something about this movie into every single speech/column I wrote about high school graduation. And because I was interning at the local paper at the time, it happened a lot.

Emma Stone was chief among those who did tireless research, and if any part of her fine characterization has caused consternation and controversy, I am the one to blame.

Not the point, but I finally saw Mad Max and your user name makes SO much more sense now.

I don’t know why but I am crying I am laughing so hard at this.

I just started following Deray McKesson. He’s great! That ban was really interesting to watch.

So you would NOT be a fan of my “Getting jiggy with” Cousin It tee. Your loss.

I call all babies Stormageddon based on this. And that’s how a friend of mine refers to her offspring. Makes me laugh every single time.