Shape of Water definitely. And probably Ladybird because white people really love a quirky white indies.

GET OUT!

Yeah, my maternal grandmother was violently mentally ill, and my mom cannot watch this movie. The way she talked about it, I grew up thinking Mommy Dearest was some kind of torture film until it came on TV last year.

Y’all need to get on some James Brown’s Funky Christmas!

I’ve had breakdowns on the train and been handed tissues by strangers, had people warn me when my purse was open, and once a woman in culinary school iced an entire cake on the 1 line and another stranger helped her pass out slices to everyone.

There was an outbreak of bedbugs at a movie theater in times Square, an outbreak in an Urban outfitters, and once I saw a bedbug crawling in a guy’s hoodie on the subway.

Lunchtime office parties are the best! Free food and only an hour’s worth of socialization, then everyone (hopefully) leaves early for the day.

As someone else in the kink community: lolno. I don’t force my fetishes on randos or coworkers because CONSENT IS IMPORTANT IN BDSM

A cabbie once turned off his car on a dark side street while driving a very drunk me home at 2am, and asked if he could pay me to give him a “massage”!

Um victims can do whatever they want with their stories. They are not to blame for any of this.

Honestly I think it’s more the *gayness* of the perpetrator than the gender of the victim.

Film actors are part of a union too, but (as we’ve seen time and time again) that does shit for them in terms of sexual assault claims.

Meh. People react to trauma in all sorts of weird ways. I once told an acquaintance a “funny” story about my middle school security guard unzipping my pants and was surprised when she acted concerned.

I stayed up until 2am reading those sleep paralysis threads, and guess what happened when I finally closed my eyes?

To be fair I know at least two dogs who would not have given a shit.

Woah, really??

Lol I live in another building with a view of that park. Thank God I’ve never seen anyone fucking. There’s a lot of needles and broken glass up there tho, plus people walking their dogs. Someone’s bound to get Hep C or roll around in dog shit.

Hey Annie, as noted in the post you used, Angela Dumlao’s page is titled “Call me They” because they are nonbinary and use THEY pronouns not SHE pronouns.

Dirty John. The LA Times broadcasts 9 eps of slow-burn true crime horror. If you’re triggered by domestic abuse I’d avoid it, but it’s really really good.

It’s related to the idea that when fisherman catch a bunch of crabs they don’t need to put them in a cage. They just toss the whole lot of them into one bucket, because any time one crab tries to crawl out the other crabs will drag it back down.