Oh, yes! Sparkling Cyanide is one of my favorites; I can’t think of why it didn’t occur to me.

This is what I think the new movie will do best—get people who haven’t read any Christie to dive on in! I’d recommend either The Murder of Roger Ackroyd (for Poirot) or A Murder is Announced (for Miss Marple) as solid starting points. And you really can’t go wrong with any of the David Suchet episodes of Poirot—he…

That’s very true. For me, part of what makes MotOE work so well from a setting perspective is the intense contrast: you have vast, harsh, wintry isolation outside of the train, and inside there’s warmth, opulence, and confining dread because you are trapped on a train with a killer. I don’t think this version did a…

JESUS. Yes, girl—work that into your budget as fast as you can.

I had friends in college who had a pet Venus fly trap. Her name was Manana Take, after the agricultural goddess of the people of Easter Island.

I mean, yes, but also a bear can’t hide on your ceiling while you’re taking a shower!

I will now!

Not gonna lie, I would buy a Nicolas Cage mousepad for myself.

Just got my assignment for the family Secret Santa, and I got my stepsister’s sack-of-shit husband: he once walked out on her (and their seven kids) for two weeks to live on his own and have all the sex he wanted to with other women, until he realized that there weren’t scads of sexy ladies lining up to fuck him…

No, I totally understand where you’re coming from. It might be a worthwhile thing to parse with a counselor for a few sessions; this is hard shit, and you shouldn’t have to do it alone.

May I recommend the new Buzzfeed podcast Thirst Aid Kit? It is a magical show about hot people we thirst for, and there is an entire episode dedicated to my bae John Cho.

It was also a terrible name for a wonderful, charming sitcom. I need more John Cho in my life as a romantic lead—that man can wear a suit like nobody’s business!

Oh my God, that’s awful. I’m sorry that happened to your sister, and to these other women. I understand that you were genuinely trying to protect her, and it makes sense that you feel conflicted now about whether or not you gave her good counsel. It is true that it can be a hellscape for sexual assault survivors to go…

Somewhat. I’m in a practicum this semester (because fuck writing a thesis), and one of our assigned readings was Sherry Turkle’s Reclaiming Conversation, about how technological mediation of communication (texting, social media, etc.) allows us to edit ourselves in ways that reduce the intimacy of vulnerability, and…

This is so powerful. I had depression and anxiety even as a kid, so the things I heard about myself gouged into an already fragile sense of self—I know I would have struggled with these things regardless, but her words and criticism made it so much worse than it needed to be. I’m starting to think about what I want…

Thank you! And congratulations on your therapy and your sobriety—that’s quite an achievement!

Ooh, that’s good. Stealing this idea for myself.

That is a seriously lovely idea, thank you.

Ooh, what a rotten piece of shit! You are too fine and too fabulous for this guy.

Thank you—it’s just affirming my decision not to get a PhD, but damn will I be glad when it’s May and I graduate. And yaas to Lizzo! I would love to see her live, too.