She bragged in an interview about not even owning a hairbrush.

Sadly, I suspect they meant to type “outbreak monkey”.

I live in a country of 6 million people where total COVID deaths is under 30. That’s not a typo. You know why? The government shut down travel, had a two month lockdown, and there have been mask mandates combined with social distancing requirements since the beginning. Buildings do temperature screenings when you walk…

Because nobody ever holds their feet to the fire for being full of shit.

That story was one hell of a ride.

Lansford Hastings is the bogeyman we all forgot.

It’s Nev-add-ah.

The quickest way to piss off the locals is to say “Nev-aaahhhhhhhhh-duh”.

Or they genuinely think they’re always right. We’re talking about a person who lectured Nevadans that they were all mispronouncing the name of their state. Not too difficult to guess who actually had it wrong.

I’m still in a tangentially related field and have been for over a decade. My first year with my current employer I was a side-show oddity at the Christmas party as everyone’s wives assured me “they swore they’d never hire a woman!”

I like Widow. I really do.

Huge fan of the Firefly reference.  Well done.

My husband and I had been married for more than five years and had been living in Tokyo for four. While he was on a rather prolonged work stint in the US, he texted that he needed to talk to me. I wasn’t busy at the time so I called immediately thinking it was something mundane. It wasn’t.

“I’d rather see Edward Scissorhands for a pap smear” is my go-to.

I know two keto people.

I have a relative who likes the term “oriental” but to be extra dismissive and shitty says “ornamental” instead.

I come from a beer loving family, so a collection of microbrews is a common and much loved gift. Except my parents keep giving me IPAs. I loathe IPAs. My ex loved them. It took a full decade after our split for my parents to finally get it, and that was after several years of me explicitly telling them, “I do not like…

I lived in Japan for six years. Almost nobody has an oven there unless you buy it as a small, standalone appliance. The one and only time I tried to make a turkey, I had to take a tape measure with me to the grocery store.

A little over a year ago, a sample gift box of baby formula showed up at my parents’ house with my name on the mailing label.

I would encourage you to watch the documentary Afghan Cycles. 

Yes.