Exactly. I’m not disappointed or annoyed or bummed out. We didn’t lose a fucking sports game. I’m livid. I’m disenfranchised. I’m devastated. These are people’s lives.

Let ‘er rip!

That’s my coping strategy!

Soldiers in petticoats!

Last night, while I was filling out my absentee ballot, my pen paused of Trump and I got that sudden sick urge you get when standing on a bridge or tall building wondering what would happen if you jumped...

This is exactly what I came here to say. Infantilizing adult women survivors is seriously ridiculous. 

truth!

Correct. He is not a singer. He is a genius.

“...if you exercise a lot, you may need more sleep.” The more I exercise, the less I sleep. Not only am I getting up earlier for runs, the more active I am, the more energy I have.

Curly hair is fine, idiot children! Why is this still the thing my fellow frizzy headed girls get bullied about?

“...good at separating fiction from reality”. That’s a good way to put it.

Your face is rigged, Trump. Get outta my state!

Erica: “Sorry...I’m looking for someone a bit more...masculine.” Atta, girl. Hit him where it hurts.

Alcohol and a carby side (fries, chips, etc.). Then I order a garden salad or eat the entire vegetable platter.

I find the infantilization (in this case, literally) of adults is extremely upsetting for whatever reason. This...just...I can’t.

You know who can control their feelings? Psychopaths. Some of them have control over when you, your parents or your pets die too.

My stubbornness will be the death of me.

I know! I poked the bear.

This is a great comment, future creepy story teller. Good luck!

Yas yas yas! Favorite Jez thread of the year!