Yup...I’m a child and adolescent therapist and I’m just wrapping up 9 straight hours of sessions. Parents and kids, totally freaked out. Now I get to go home to my own freaked out kids. I guess...good that they’re freaked out? They know something horrible has happened. Maybe they’ll be the ones to set it right.

I was in grad school in 2004, and it was the first election I really cared about (was an 18 year old dumbass in 2000). Some of my old friends from back then reached out today to recollect how we felt then, and I have to say—it seems quaint now. I can’t believe we’ve actually hit a low below Bush.

Thank you. I (like so many of us) need this right now. I deleted Facebook last night—even though it’s my link to lots of wonderful people, it’s also anxiety fuel.

High five, fellow Angeleno!!! All those “if only males voted” and “if only white people voted” maps that STILL show California as true-blue makes be feel quite a bit better about my insane mortgage.

I’m tired, hormonal, stressed, and in despair over the State of the World. Your comment is giving me life. Behold the power of the Beyhive.

*raises hand* I’m fucking terrified. Been trying to limit my media intake because it’s all too horrifying. All of the hope and optimism of eight years ago is crashing down and I honestly don’t know how to handle it.

Well, there’s your answer right there. Polish food=let’s see if we can throw some random gross shit together and call it our cuisine.

Wait. WAIT. You were in Philly and didn’t have a cheesesteak??? I’m married to a proud Philly boy, and the only thing that makes the obligatory annual visit back to that charming shithole of a city tolerable is the promise of greasy beefy cheesy goodness.

This LA girl gave in to the Gizehs last summer and I’m never, EVER going back.

Answer: Moms. I’ve pushed out two kids and have the saggy boobs and puffy tummy to prove it. Shapeless sackdresses work with my mombod lumpiness and allow me to pretend that I’m also chic and fashionable. When I wear more form-fitting clothes, people ask me when the new baby is due (although I do slightly enjoy the…

My Congresswoman is out there (Judy Chu of California)! Sending her messages of support. If your congressperson is one of those sitting in, please be sure to let them know immediately that you support them. They need to know their constituents have their back.

Thank you. This needs to be said loudly, and often.

My six-year-old wears a “bodysuit” (ya know, a leotard) to gymnastics...it’s lime green and sparkly and comes with a matching scrunchie. It is also WAY more fabulous than anything dished up by Ivy Park!

Ditto. My pick to go all the way.

Yeah, he fits the criteria, but I couldn’t bring myself to vote for him, even in a silly dismissive pop-culture fluff format. That shit’s just a little TOO real.

Inevitable AND depressing. It’s a slam dunk!

I’ve been on group dinners where the check had to be divided between mathematicians, physicists, and statisticians. I’VE SEEN THINGS.

Thanks for the explanation, I was super confused. All I knew was NO TRUMP, never Trump, nononononono Trump I don’t care how inevitable or indelible or whatever.

HERE FOR IT. Jez March Madness brought me here, lo these many years ago for the fabled Pie vs. Cake year. I was great with child (kid was due April 2, but took her sweet ass time and didn’t show up for another two weeks) and the combination of hormones and preggo munchies made me passionate about that one. TEAM CAKE…