Right after “Trump cant be antisemitic - he has Jewish grandchildren!”

That’s a great suggestion. Thank you so much, and it will probably be good for me to read, too. I know this sounds off-putting, but I had a harder time when my dog died a few years ago than when my dad died. And my dad and I were very close and had a great relationship. There is just something about pets - no matter…

Thank you. I just feel so awful. He was so cute and sweet. We had him in a 55 gallon tank, deep bedding, 12" wheel - did everything right on paper. I’m hoping he didn’t suffer.

Finding my son’s sweet hamster, Pencil, dead at only eight months old yesterday morning. My son and I are absolutely gutted and I feel terribly guilty for something I may have done wrong. I hope we gave him a good life for the time he spent with us.

Indeed they did. 

Not to mention his little jaunt to Bitburg to lay wreaths on the graves of nazis.

You expect our Joan to actually read the article? How dare you! /s

Just wanted to commiserate on the farting in class embarrassment. I did it during a pop quiz (after a sneeze) in 10th grade geometry. I still have anxiety dreams about it - I’m almost 49. 

That reminds me of a roommate I had when I spent the year abroad. Aside from getting up at 5:30 am and drying her hair in our room, she was generally fine. But she liked clocks. She REALLY liked clocks. Her side of the room was filled with them. She had that one Felix the Cat clock that was big in the 80s. She had…

I’m going to assume that this is an homage to Miss Vanjie and nobody better tell me otherwise.

$350 is still pretty damn pricey.

Oh, look. Joan “Eat The Rich” Summers in a $10,000 gown. How droll!

I LOVE TAMSIN GREIG. So thank you!

Seriously. What an ignorant thing of Joan to say. Not at all surprising, but still.

I mean, it seems like with Joan, unless you were a cool club kid like her friend who was in Uncut Gems, you’re out. Imagine...hating Jane fucking Goodall.

Wait, we are supposed to hate Jane Goodall now? 

2013 was a super shitty year for us. My dad, both of my grandmothers, my best childhood friend and my dog died. It was also the year our next door neighbor sued us.

It really is. It’s the sparse, feminist stomp I really needed today.

It was...it was just absolutely VILE. 

When I was a middle school latchkey kid in the early to mid 80s, I liked to try my hand at baking after school because I was terrified being in the house alone and I guess baking kept the serial killers away. One would think that with all of this baking came actual culinary skill. Alas, that is not the case. One day,…