I’ve experienced this...

I mean, yes, of course. My shade was not necessarily justified, it was just my first reaction. The sweater also just said PYNK and had a screencap from the video, it wasn’t necessarily a queer-only clothing piece. But part of me saw the sea of women with those sweaters and was like “my stupid ass identifies with that…

LOL. Didn’t witness anything that foolish at the Atlanta show, but I did see a lot of college-aged white girls buying the PYNK sweatshirt and felt very shady about it, as a queer lady who cannot afford to drop $65 on a sweater.

This is a bit off topic but I think, ultimately, on topic—as Tumblr has been heaving its last breaths I’ve been strikingly reminded of the way certain parts of the internet encourage people to create insular communities where there is such an echo chamber of opinion that they may come to believe that their opinions…

Oh noooooo!

I’m going to put this out there: no one should ever give anyone else hand sanitizer as a gift. I once brought 20 bottles of scented hand sanitizers to a White Elephant as a gift, thinking it was hilarious (work in the public library, where hand sanitizer is a good friend). Realized once someone opened it that, no,…

I won’t rag on your dad; I have a mom who is pretty mild but she always manages to give at least one gift that’s...off. She got me a raincoat one year because she was so upset over the fact that the rain coat I owned didn’t have a hood on it (I also own multiple umbrellas...). She hates getting wet so badly that she…

This is the only wordy onesie I will ever buy for a child: https://topatoco.com/collections/kate-beaton/products/beat-cantread-onesie

Faking the flu is EXTREMELY reasonable.

I had a step-grandmother who did this, repeatedly, to my sister. She also made snide comments about everyone’s weight (my mother was referred to as “the broad side of a barn”). To my eternal delight, the bitch died right before my college graduation and I got to skip the funeral.

My ex gave me a child’s necklace from Walmart, and a 3DS copy of Yoshi’s Island.

I clicked through to one of the related Poopsie Slime Surprise videos and it was like a Limited Too fever dream, with older teens dressed as uber-sparkly tweens just going gaga over a unicorn doll shitting green slime. And reading the comments worried me—these kids seem to treat these corporate videos as a kind of TV…

Yeah, I’d agree. I like that brands are trying to be creative to grab my attention, and not just trying to spam their way to my eyeballs. If nothing else, it means that some nice young millennials out there are getting paid to tweet weird shit, and I like it.

I just absolutely love dolls and the way they reflect society. I reaaaaalllllyyyy wish I could visit this exhibit, but taking a trip to Philly from Florida is not a light undertaking.

I’m working at my own public library today. I’ll be thinking of your uncle as I do.

I’m literally in this situation right now, and, unfortunately, a little bit screwed because I decided to get married. With my job, I’d qualify for low income-based payments and Public Service Loan Forgiveness; with my and my spouse’s combined incomes, I get to choose between $200 and $500/month payments, and PSLF,…

I have a jean jacket that I bought in the 7th grade from Old Navy—I recently graduated from grad school. Not only does it still fit, but the worst wear it’s gotten is one microscopic wear-hole, which is understandable considering I turned the cuffs up in 2005 and have never unturned them since.

My dad already went to the show, because Springsteen is what he does instead of growing as a person. (Or visiting his family! Yay!)

Yep, this. It’s surrounded by public park; you can literally walk right up to it. Still a big-ass house with plenty of places to be private, but it’s a pretty damn relative privacy. If I were Meghan I would’ve made “we need to have our own place to live, I’m a grown-ass American woman with needs” as one of my…

Long story: I used to work at Walt Disney World. We had this college program where national and international students could “learn” at Walt Disney World by, well, working the worst jobs at minimum wage, and also taking some seminars on management or something. It was a bad and terrible job and I was in abject poverty…