I mean, she does have her headphones in at the dinner table when her dad tries to talk to her, but there are also just teens who don’t hit their fully snarky, “you’re ruining my LIFE!” stride until like, fifteen.

That would make a fascinating short story—famous person meeting fans in the afterlife. For the fans, this is heaven! For the person, it is hell.

I mean, considering how deeply she seems to care about philanthropy and young people, getting to really focus on that while also traveling the world with the person she loves seems like a damned good deal, all things considered.

These babies! I love it so much. There is some great coverage of the elementary-school walkouts happening in NoVa today as well; the 11-year-olds had hand-written press packets, talked about including the names of Black girls who had been killed in school violence, supported each other. It’s really beautiful.

For what it’s worth, I think that’s a really lovely last thing to say. What else is “Do not go gentle into that good night” if not “give ‘em hell”?

I’m so sorry about your granddad. I think your best bet is just to be sincere. Tell him you love him. Tell him what he meant to you. You might be able to get your aunt to clear the room, which could help. It’s also just going to be hard, and painful, and awkward sometimes, because that’s part of it. Also, be really…

I love that your dog is so well-read.

Me, @ your doggo

Right? Brah is more than welcome to start actively working to protect immigrants and their families in an attempt to repair the damage he’s done with a nearly 16-year career as the public face of America’s racist, evil deportation squads. For now though, meh.

It really is my favorite thing. I love that she’s such a force for amplifying women’s work and voices, and she chooses such interesting things; I’ve loved pretty much everything she’s chosen. I guess I’ll have to figure out how her book club works?

Same! I’m pretty sure my hair is going to be 40% coconut oil by the end of the summer.

It’s a process! I’ve straightened my hair (albeit not chemically) pretty much since high school, but as it’s become more of a Thing to wear it naturally, I want to give it more of a shot.

Frozen grapes are the best! I also sometimes make coffee ice cubes for my iced coffee, so it doesn’t get gross and diluted.

You have my sympathies. It’s my spring break here in DC and it’s 32 degrees. I’m a little bitter, but my plan is to cook lots of lovely things, and do a lot of yoga and face masks and stuff, so that even when it’s too cold to leave my house I have a great time.

That definitely also makes sense: you have five kids and almost certainly aren’t making enough to support them yourself, so why not marry someone who seems not-terrible and will help with the bills?

I mean, she did deal with bullies in the book—those awful twins, as I recall—but I didn’t have a problem with changing them into the ‘mean girl’ clique, because God knows that’s a common enough issue in middle school.

I loved this movie so much. I enjoyed the book as a girl, and it worked for me on that level. More than anything, though, it felt like a love letter to my 13-year-old self: another biracial girl with a Black mom and an absent dad, who hated her hair and glasses and thought she would never be good enough. It was so, so…

What about The Holiday? Complete with my favorite Jude Law, Glasses-and-Adorable-Daughters Widower Jude Law?

My stepbrother is the same way. His marriage ended in June (she moved in with her side piece); he was dating someone new pretty much the next month, and they got married the following January. Don’t get me wrong—his second wife is a lovely person (apart from the whole essential oils thing), and treats him a lot better…

It’s beautiful—like Meg in the film, I’m also biracial (white dad/Black mom) and I spent so much of middle school and high school hating myself: I hated my hair, and my glasses, and how impossible it felt to fit in. This movie felt like a love letter to my 13-year-old self, saying that the things you think are your…