I get what you're saying, as a poor overeducated blue dot in red country. The main thing I'm taking away from sitting back and listening to the mess around me is that people have been massively, massively lied to. We're not working from the same set of facts whatsoever. I don't know how to fix that. I'm wobbling…

I don't know if this affected anyone else, but there was a VHS version of the show available at the library, so it was one of the first shows I was able to absorb as a stage show as a kid and would still be excited to see it on the basis of that. Also, "Macavity" was about the most hardcore thing I'd ever heard.

I think no and extremely, respectively. I keep writing long responses and deleting them, but I'll do my best, with the caveat that as a cis queer woman I don't think my perspective is the most accurate or important one.

I was 14ish, at the Renaissance Festival with my friends, and in my case that means you can assume I didn't have tons of social experience (like, the female friends I went with wore princess costumes to the renaissance fair, and I went as a peasant. that level of confidence in my appearance.). I was a shy kid and…

Was that the one where she had an animal friend that helped narrate or something? I also first discovered Nellie Bly as a kid from a kid's library biography, but I don't know any more than that.

Willie Nelson and There Are Much Worse Things get me nearly choked up every time with their stealth sincerity, it's ridiculous.

It's worse than I even remember! I saw this in theaters for some reason and couldn't believe it afterwards when anyone wanted to talk about anything but those 40 seconds and how soul-destroying they were.

I always thought that was intentionally irritating— presenting her as somebody who's trying to be cool by disdaining the time and place around her, and with a kind of superficial nostalgia for a world she didn't really know (someone who would call herself "deep"). Then when the actual past becomes a threatened…

Oh, I can't do anything right. I might as well go home and get teen pregnant.

I'm still here.  I watched up to Eat Me, got weirded out by the premise and decided to wait until the reviews to catch up, then had a Farscape-related dream and decided to watch on.  I just finished Thanks for Sharing.

Often I, A Not-Very-Confident Woman, use a self-disclosure rather than a question.  "Are you single?" feels a little too weighty — it changes the tone of the conversation, and makes it into something that a guy has to accept or reject.  Putting out feelers is a decent metaphor.  If somebody's interested in me and I…

I couldn't ever get past the first level.  I just kept spearing logs.