Ooh, I LOVED An American Marriage! I started it before bed (big mistake), and then stayed up until three AM finishing it, and was basically comatose through my 8 AM class.

Yay to genuinely satisfying events! They become extra-meaningful when you’re feeling depressed, so I hope you revel in them as much as you can. It can be a beast, but you are a good person and you deserve to feel good.

Thank you! I hope you heal up quickly!

I’ll admit, I was hoping for more frills and folderols, but that’s because my taste tends towards details and stuff. Her style is a lot more minimalist than mine, but she still looked beautiful. They were so lovely, and happy, and sweet, and love is real.

Hi hi hi!!! Hope everyone is having a good week. I just went on my first date with a woman this morning. I was super nervous, in part because I’m still figuring out the extent of my attraction to women and how I should label it and whether I’m bi enough to call myself bi etc etc etc. But it was nice! She was pretty…

Just last night, I finished The Perfect Nanny by Leila Slimani, and now I’m switching back to Babylon Berlin (the Netflix series was amazing).

That sounds like a good idea. I’m still trying to figure out what to do with Albertine (my cyclamen), because I don’t think it will be doable to bring her with me on the plane to my parents’ house for a month.

I do love the Victorian (or in my case, really more Edwardian) look of having lots of plants around. Currently, I only have one plant, but that’s because I’m moving in a few weeks and now is a really bad time to buy more stuff.

That’s a good point. I admittedly don’t get it, but maybe she wanted to simply watch her daughter’s wedding, rather than participate in such a public way.

Serena Joy, versions 1.0-666.0

I mean, she had your share of kids already. You’re good! She just played herself.

Yikes! I used to live in North Carolina, and all of the big talk there was that the Episcopal bishop (apparently he was the first Black Episcopal bishop in the US?) giving the address at the wedding used to be the priest at the local Episcopal church.

The bravery, the courage it must take to steal children from their parents’ arms and put them in internment camps is really something that will give you a real freedom-boner.

We were ROBBED.

Not even extended—it would be my father and his bitch of a wife. His brothers are lovely, and my mom’s family (ratchet as we can be) has some home training. My father is a total narcissistic baby who enables the emotional abuser he married, and neither of them are above trash-talking me in an ill-considered attempt to…

I just watched this episode last night! So good.

Oh my God, SAME! I just wanted to wear a fancy dress and be the center of attention without having to kiss anyone. I never got to be a flower girl, and it was the great tragedy of my childhood.

SAME. I mean, I’m bi, but I can’t tell if I want to be her or marry her or both.

That sounds about right. My mom firmly refused to badmouth my father in front of me and my sister when we were kids. If he turned out to be a good dad, she wasn’t poisoning the well; if he turned out to be...himself, then we would largely learn that without being prompted. Now, we speak three times a year, which works…

This sounds about right. As a fellow member of the Deadbeat Dad Club, most family events are about planning around fuckery and disappointment. Thankfully, my father didn’t even ask about coming to my graduation last weekend (probably because the last time we spoke was Christmas, so, the last time I called him) so we…