Oh my god, this.

I am an old (see: in my 30s), have an old dance injury, and just generally have a tough time with the general “standing around trying not to lock your knees” that goes on for hours at any shows without seating. I’m also a 6' tall woman. But I tend to prefer being further back! And I do always try to be as conscious as…

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Yes! Just around the corner from where I stayed on my first NY trip back in April. (I share her first name, though not the spelling, so it made me extra happy to see it.)

Totally understandable! (One of my dearest LA friends has serious social anxiety — it’s involved a lot of difficult job changes for her since we met — and is still trying to find the right medication/treatment cycle for her bipolar-2, so we don’t get to hang out much, but I always treasure any time with her, and…

Oh man, I feel like I already knew you were in the LA area, but then forgot. I am, too!

I agree with Hurrikate, who articulated it perfectly. I think I’ve mentioned it before, but you really are one of my favorite commenters here, and I always enjoy engaging with you so much. I wish I could take you out for coffee and shoot the shit IRL, definitely.

Yes! Like any other skill — and I think often people who have an easy time with it forget this, but it is a skill — socializing takes practice and work. The later you start, the harder it will be. Not impossible, just harder.

I will be forever immensely, immeasurably grateful for my online friends I had about 10 years ago (a lovely little handful of whom have stuck around despite the falling off of where us olds used to hang out online, like various message boards, and especially LiveJournal), a few of whom honestly did directly help me to…

MOST SMARTEST.

Everything in your comment is good and true.

She totally was! That was my real intro to her (non-voiceover) work, and she was just great.

I’m sorry, baby, I had to crash that Honda.

God, I hope this is true. As if I needed more reasons to love Rihanna, but I’ll always gladly take more.

No one has ever articulated my longstanding deep irritation with NPH as perfectly as your entire first paragraph did, so firstly, thank you for that. You can come sit over here with me, and people can think we’re petty for it if they want, and we won’t care.

I worked with her a bit during her Californication days. She is deeply hilarious and a true delight.

Seriously. This is horrifying to even think about in the abstract, let alone in reality.

I want to scream this in public at every goddamn cyclist who nearly mows me down on the sidewalk, as loudly as possible, and I don’t care how many strangers would gawk at me.

I will never understand the specific, scary, and just horribly inhumane levels of hatred I see in people toward the homeless. I’m more than well aware that I (and my mother; and the two of us together, when I still lived with her) am just one not-even-super-major catastrophe away from living in my damn car. (I think a…

Totally understandable! (That’s another reason why I haven’t adopted one of my own for so long. They need a stable home, too!)