Yes, absolutely! I already have the idea of having last year’s winner give the award to this year’s winner: women celebrating women with no hideous comments from dudebros to ruin their moment and steal their thunder. Plus, I want to come across as a problem-solver not simply a complainer. Thank you!

You have no fucking idea how close you are!! I needed that laugh, thank you :)

No survey yet, but I will write a letter regardless.

I am 100% committeed to the cause and therefore, the organization. I am mostly afraid of being talked down to again—but the leaders I would write to are all women. I have talked at length with other members who were equally horrified. They haven’t sent out a survey and I don’t have the necessary emails yet, several…

And he WORKS for the organization, in it’s national headquarters. I probably need to clarify that: he was not a HIRED MC, he worked for us.

Hi Guys, I need some major help with casual/not so casual sexism. I recently attended a national conference for women (women is literally in the title of the organization) and was surprised to find so many men leading the training sessions. Not only that, I felt talked down to, saw them take very patronizing tones…

Ummm...it wasn’t her vagina.

I did that! I tested out of intro to music theory and after a week in the advanced class, I was like, wut? And went back down. Theory is like esoteric and mysterious cave drawings left by aliens, to me. I’m really blown away by how the jazz musicians have it all internalized and they’re like, “don’t you see it, man?…

Music school just makes you feel like you’re on the verge of a nervous breakdown, ALL THE TIME. Maybe it helps us lessen stage fright, living with constant anxiety? So there’s that.

Sometimes, it feels like I know absolutely nothing! Especially if I’m around a musical genius, I feel like I’m just barely capable of playing Twinkle, Twinkle—and even then, it’d be out of tune. Siiiiigh.

IT WAS JUST ME. Complete nightmare.

Just last week, in rehearsal, my conductor handed out a jazz music chart and proceeded to ask questions like, “now, what key is this c7 diminished minor chord actually in?” and the cellist answered and everyone nodded in my quartet and I was like, “PANIC PANIC WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HE TALKING ABOUT I SUCK HOW AM I…

My complaint is that in college, I played in the pit orchestra of a production of “The Unsinkable Molly Brown” and I got as sick as a dog during it. I kept on playing (hey! Titanic reference!) show after show until by the end of the run, I couldn’t hold my instrument up any longer. Turns out I had come down with…

NOW WHY CAN’T EVERYONE ACT THE LIKE TWO OF YOU?? Ahhh, so refreshing to hear, “oh I’m sorry, I meant...” “No, I’M sorry, I wasn’t clear..” instead of people just being constant assholes to each other. Thank you, Akat and TallBlonde!

I LOVE THAT MOVIE! I love it so much that my husband told me I should really, really write Bonnie Hunt a letter telling her how much I loved it.

I wrote a story about paddle boarding for the first time with my husband and I tweeted the link to Laird and he tweeted it out saying, “Pretty funny! now get back up on that board!” which I took to mean get back on the board WITH HIM.

Me too, man—me too!!

I went to a lecture a friend of mine was hosting, I knew NOTHING about the “medium” she was interviewing or what the evening would be about. My BFF and I went on a lark to laugh, get a glass of wine together afterwards and just have fun. Both our Moms had passed and my BFF was hoping to hear something about her so she…

I declared a Family Emergency because it is Menses Eve and THERE IS NO FUCKING CHOCOLATE IN THE HOUSE. So I dragged my sweet children to the store, bought ingredients to make a fuck ton of brownies (2 pans: plain and FULL FULL FULL of walnuts) and had them make them. Then we’re melting marshmallows on top of all of…

Also, for the *same price* you can get your kids towels from Land’s End embroidered with their names on it in HUGE letters, problem solved.