This is a great story.  You are your grandma’s beautiful legacy!

Welp, I just dropped some cash at Sephora and made Rouge status. Again. Expensive beauty products are my entirely unnecessary, shameless extravagance. I was an acne-ridden, awkward, frizzy haired teen and then a slightly-less awkward twenty-something who transitioned to frumpy tired mom, and now I just want to feel…

Ohmygod, this post. This post is basically my Top Reading Jams, 1995-2005 (Little Stranger is a later addition and I remember reading it while pregnant with my first, so 2010). I had a lady boner for Edward Rochester before I knew what a lady boner is, and I’d still fuck him if I could, crazy wife in the attic and…

Just wait...Pokemon is next. Ash’s whiny-ass voice *nails down chalkboard*

Yup yup yuppity yup. I think that might have been the first ever winner? Also came from the long-ago pre-Kinja time when the Jez community was smaller and more connected, “knowing” (in the Internet sense) the author made it that much creepier.  That damn bloody truck....shivers.

I loathe this show with the fire of a thousand suns. My husband is a CalTech astrophysicist, and while he can be a bit socially awkward at times, he’s also kind, thoughtful, witty, a fantastic partner and a devoted dad. He overtly advocates for greater inclusivity and diversity in the sciences, and participates in tons…

Another smug mom here. My 8-year old daughter does silly, slide-y dances in her socks and draws pictures of Pusheen. There’s not a damn thing about this that is okay or normal for a 9-year old child.

I, too live in an mid- to affluent LA suburb, work full time, have two young kids, and volunteer at the school—and the “Soul Cycle and decorating” women can fuck right off. Although, I haven’t properly exercised in four years and my house is decorated with the finesse of an IKEA catalog from five years ago, so there’s…

This was just the sort of dishy, catty read I needed at the end of a long day. Bless you.

Charles is the same age as my in-laws, which (I’m rapidly learning) is old enough to be cranky and set in your ways, but not old enough to work the quirky and wise elder angle. Basically the awkward tweens of the chronologically advanced.

I mean, when my babies were little, my Sunday night mani ritual (DIY because we were broke at the time) was one of the only things that kept me feeling sane and human. Mommy-shaming someone for their nails is pretty damn petty.

Word. I hope this concept takes off, so in four years or so (when my now 8-year old is of “phone age”) we can get her a less obnoxiously priced version. This has enough cool tech cache to appeal to kids without opening up the nightmare that is Your Kid on a Smartphone.

For me, it’s a tough call between Team Wings and Team Football, but I’m going to go ahead and declare my allegiance to Team Wings b/c Kelly’s my Girl Nerd spirit sister.

Same. I’m Team Cat all the way, but my Mom has an amazing bichon cuddle bug that makes me re-think my position re: pups.

Counterpoint: bichons are cuddly fluffballs of love.

“Online ordering is always going to be easier, so the in-store purchase has to be a better experience.”

OMG Yes! Could you imagine Weird Al at the Oscars? Missed opportunity for artistic greatness there.

I forgive Trolls because the “Sound of Silence” sequence cracks my shit up every time. Also, the visuals are pretty cool. But yeah, I was pretty relieved when it bounced out of the Kid Rotation.

Good to hear! The trailers made me highly skeptical—also, the book is perfect and the idea of making movie out of it seriously irked. I’ll keep an open mind when it hits Netflix (and my kids inevitably watch it over.and.over.and.over...)

Freaking Captain Underpants should have been nominated over Boss Baby. (Seriously, I enjoyed that movie way more than I expected. And Boss Baby is a hot mess.)