My sister and I bought it for our mother as a Christmas present one year! My favorites were Martha Stewart as Veronica Lake and Cher as Queen Isabella of Spain (with fucking RAINBOW RHINESTONES on her eyelids).

My favorite thing as a recent college grad was babysitting for all the young marrieds during wedding season in my town. I show up around 4, feed the little monsters some chicken nuggets, put them to bed, watch Netflix, and then GET PAID! I mean, yeah there’s some work, but it’s like 90% Netflix and making sure the…

I can see this. Like, it’s one thing to have a shitty family, but there need to be CAST IRON boundaries in place so it doesn’t consume our whole lives. You have horrible parents you don’t speak to? Cool. You have horrible parents you still visit every Christmas and expect me to as well? Then we have a problem.

That is my nightmare.

And especially if you’re only inviting 30 people—then I think it’s really okay to be quite picky about whom you invite.

I want a Westerosi version of Reading Rainbow starring Davos.

How I feel about your dad right now

I think it has the potential to be an excellent sitcom, along the lines of Veep. Don Cheadle is a hardworking career diplomat who thinks he’s FINALLY landed the ambassadorship...only to find he’s being sent to a small European country to DCM for an incompetent political appointee (played by Jane Krakowski). He has to…

Precisely—for instance, the ambassador to the Czech Republic is usually quite rich because the residence is fucking ancient and expensive to maintain, and the government would like it to stay nice without having to pay for it to stay nice, if you know what I mean.

Political appointments typically comprise about 2/3 of ambassadorships during a president’s first term, and shift to about 1/3 by the second (if there is a second—please God not this time). The “cushy” ones—Western Europe, parts of the Caribbean—tend to be big donors (which is bullshit because the Caribbean requires a…

I’m honestly not sure; I was on a generic the entire time, but as I recall it was not a low-estrogen version.

Yup—my skin cleared up tons after I went on the pill, and now that I’ve switched to Mirena, it’s still pretty clear (but not quite as pristine as it used to be).

Bread! When I was little, my mom used to make homemade bread, and it was TORTURE waiting for it to cool so I could be allowed to have a slice.

Yay! This is a good thing. Hopefully, we will each find lovely people who are worth our time without too many disappointing fuckbois along the way.

Anyone have advice on how to get started with losing weight? I’ve found out from my doctor that I need to lose about 50 pounds (I knew it was causing me some problems, but I didn’t realize it was this much, which fucking scares me). My doctor and I have started on a plan, but I’m nervous: I’ve never successfully done…

Mine isn’t as bad right now because I finally live above ground! Last year I lived in a basement, and waking up with some sunshine is making SO MUCH of a difference! I’ve also decided to embrace hygge: I’m trying to offset the shorter days with time outside while the sun is out, and making myself very cozy when it…

I am so, so sorry. I haven’t been through anything similar, but I would encourage you to reach out to your support network for any practical help you may need post-op: will you need someone to pick up your medications? Someone to bring meals? Someone to call once a day to check on you? If you can afford it, maybe hire…

No. This is not sane. This is an unhinged fuckweasel. You didn’t just dodge a bullet—you dodged a fucking misogynist IED.

I did meds and therapy, because I realized I need the help of Lexapro and a neutral third party to try resetting my brain patterns. In the shorter term, I spend five minutes cleaning something for a sense of victory, or burying myself in a fuckton of heavy blankets because the pressure helps me calm down.

Sounds like an excellent night! I’m having a night in after a date this afternoon, and I’m still figuring it out. We’ve been texting for a couple of weeks, and gone out twice now—each time we end up talking for four or five hours. He’s also the first guy I’ve been talking to since kind of a shitty break up (though not…