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but you're pooping with courtesy.

only bang a guy with a downstairs bathroom.

she was, back in the day, notorious in the Boston performance scene for being rude and entitled. I was a nobody then (and now, happily) that my behind the scenes work would likely eliminate me from her memory, but she was disproportionately demanding and nasty to "the help".

I actually really like her music but it gets increasingly difficult to just enjoy her music without remembering every stupid, fucked up, insensitive, tone deaf thing she's ever done. The list keeps growing longer and longer. Even more upsetting is the fact that on her FB page, in response to her post about Jian…

Ya know, I kind of want to tweet Palmer and ask if she saw Dear White People yet. Due to her statements on 12 years. Then I thought to myself. Nope. I know she didn't see it.

You know, I was *just* thinking an hour or so ago about how I strongly dislike her but want to like her for Neil Gaiman's sake, but I haven't seen her do anything especially obnoxious recently so maybe she's improving? Nope. Fuck her.

After that Boston bomber poem I didn't think I could like her less, but here we are.

I don't know why I'm always slightly surprised to learn about yet another awful aspect of Amanda Palmer's personality. Maybe I'm surprised because I keep thinking she can't get any worse, and then she does.

This fuggin bitch tho

In the 1970s. In the 1980s. In the 1990s. In the 2000s. In the 2010s.

When I was a teenager, my grandfather (my mom's dad) started suffering from dementia and came to live at our house for a few years. It was a nice time being with him, but it was also sad, watching him decline. The dementia went mostly as expected; strangely misplaced items, general confusion. But there was one really…

Ghost kitty!

This stories about a friend of a friend. It's short but it terrified me when heard it. This girl my friend was friends with went out to a bar near her flat with some friends one night. She went to order a drink and realised she had left her ID in her flat. She didn't live very far away so she just ran over there to…

I was scrolling and saw the word "goat man" and knew I should've stopped but I didn't and this is all my own fault and also how are you alive that is terrifying

The upper back half of my parents house is haunted. Or posessed. I don't know, but it's wrong up there. When you go upstairs and open the door, there's a large room with a walk in closet, about 700sf. There's a hallway to the right with a little bathroom, and then a door that leads to the other half of the upstairs,…

A few years ago I was staying at a writing retreat in the south of Ireland. Gorgeous old manor house, lovely rooms, charming people - but there was no TV, no internet, no phone signal. The only things to do other than write was spend all night talking and drinking, go skinny dipping in the lake with the swans or go…