It’s so fucking satisfying to hear her calling out the hypocrisy and non-evidential citing of wives and daughters in these kinds of statements. 

It’s 2020. Why does a man who cannot shut up about his dong at work still have a workplace where he cannot shut up about his dong.

Jessica Wakefield wouldn’t be caught dead dressed like that.

Her bonnet is the round placemats I picked up at the last minute from Cost Plus a few Thanksgiving dinners ago.

First they came for the Sweet Valley Twins, and I said nothing because JFC this is a ridiculous argument and it would never happen. You can buy a copy of Mein Kampf if you want, FFS. No one’s coming for Sweet Valley, you prairie-cosplaying goober.

Jack LaLanne’s wife’s name was Elaine, and I think that’s great.

And women are supposed to be the overly dramatic, irrational ones who can't control themselves....

I hope you are correct. My biggest concern is that if they aren’t watching the right news channels, that they will never see this.

Isn’t that how domestic violence works?

Well, I just picked up a new dining room table today - a real mid-century teak table - nothing fancy and it needs work but I FINALLY have a table that is the right size and style for my dining room. It needs a little bit of work but it beats the falling apart Ikea table I had for years and the free, nice but wrong…

Hot sauce.

I bought these goofy stakes for the yard that hold your drink, and these adult sippy cups from Target that are shaped like pineapples and have silicone tops to hold the straw so they are spill proof.

Did you cook anything this week, or was it just a week where it felt like the world was melting? We did have two nice days with weather in the mid 70s and acceptable dew points, so I got up to more Levant inspired cooking.

Last week (July 5-11) was probably the roughest damn week of my life. I knew it’d be tough, as I was working and preparing to perform in Shakespeare in the Park this weekend...

My first — and only, bc I learn — attempt at roasting a turkey for thanksgiving involved a still-partially-frozen 15lb bird, a disposable foil roasting pan from the grocery store, first and second degree burns up one arm, a still-partially-clothed cold shower wherein I had hysterics and roommate thought I was sobbing…

My stupidest thing on a bike injured someone else, not me, so this one doesn’t count except for the desire to talk about stupid things done on bikes. But I was just in my early days of bike riding (I learned at 47, which is embarrassing) and just starting to get comfortable with the bike.  My husband used to always…

Here for the drunk stories

I once gave myself a serious corneal abrasion when I jammed a hockey-stick shaped piece of moulded plastic into my eye. It happened as I was being given a tour of a facility that required hard hats and protective eyewear for visitors. Yes, I almost blinded myself with the arm of a pair of safety glasses.

This,

“Have you noticed that our hats have little pictures of skulls on them?”