I bracket my workday with them and it’s amazing. I never cease to be amazed by their skills as interviewers and their insightful approach.

The knowledge that some named himself Earl Sweatshirt is the only good thing to come out of all this. Let’s be honest, the image conjured up by that name is very unflattering.

I spent some time in the Canadian maritimes where they say yes by saying yup on an inhale. It’s like the first gasp of a coughing fit and quite bizarre to hear, yet I find myself still doing it some days.

I did the same thing in college, which was wildly impractical for my career choice but quite liberating. Eventually settled at a bob length that curls nicely because I finally learned how to treat it.

Ssshhh, don’t point out the flaws; let them have him!

I had similar hair, and my mum had a similar attitude. I hated having my hair brushed so much I would tantrum and consequently spent the 80s with a near buzz-cut wearing, getting mistaken for a boy even in my jeans with the printed on flower pattern that I loved so much and now realize were hideous.

I sort of do this in the summer, because I hate summer: ten tanks in the same style but different cool colours, paired at random with one of four knee length skirts in black, grey, brown, or blue. No thought, and a lot of days I couldn’t tell you what I’m wearing.

He’s a sleaze and a self-important scumbag. It should never be forgotten that he preyed on people using his celebrity and power as a major CBC host.

I just took a screenshot of that one. It’s gorgeous! Thanks for the lead on where to get it.

She did bleach it a bit, but not a light yellow. And she didn’t bleach her skin, so why is that so light? Could it be that he thinks the only ‘good’ women are submissive, looking to men for the answers, and white?

As someone who lives outside the States, I don’t understand how a purported democracy can have a system so corruptible that the racist right is able to do this time and time again.

100% here for the poutine.

The bad stuff can just well up inside until it feels like drowning, right? I have felt that and I’m sorry you are going through that now. Honestly, reading your replies makes me want to suggest you get a new prescription, or maybe a rediagnosis. Depressions pass for most folks (I hear) but for some of us they return…

I am in complete agreement with you in the group therapy. It took me a long time (and I was pretty resistant, to be honest) but for me it’s starting to work a bit. Still have annoying sessions, but overall results are starting to happen. Stick with it, if it gets you up in the morning.

I have so much empathy for you. I struggle every day with feeling like a failure, with moods and emotions that are bigger than I can handle, and with those thoughts of self harm. I know how awful, and debilitating, and endless it feels.

He looks as fluffy as the poshest teddy bear ever and I want to smoosh him with hugs. (me, an avowed cat person!).

Allow me to shower you with cat pictures and long distance hugs:

It’s been ridiculously hot around here (over 40C which is like over 105F, I think) so I haven’t wanted to eat, let alone cook, but the other week I marinated large shrimp in red miso, sriracha, and rice vinegar for about an hour. Stuck them on skewers with onions, sweet peppers, and mushrooms and BBQ’d them up. So…

There’s a type of preacher I’ve seen (my family moved and church hopped a lot) where they shame and berate the flock then offer themselves as salvation. Only through meeting their rules will you be saved kind of thinking. It’s a power trip and it’s twisted stuff that is so bad for people who just want a little faith…

Tons of jobs put people in contract with, in positions of authority over, and just around kids *with no other adults present.* Burger King, not so much.