Use to be the only thing spreading at a swingers convention was legs...

At this point isn’t it your fault for expecting anything at all from Catherine?  

It’s strange but I’ve never had a problem with eating or going to movies (remember going to movies? In a theater?) by myself. Probably because I didn’t get married until I was thirty five and lived on my own for years, but it was always my “regular” setting. I’m A Reader, so I always had a book with me and never…

It was my birthday recently, and I have a small tradition to eat some oysters for my birthday because I love them. My partner is a vegetarian, so usually we’ll go out someplace that feels like a treat, I’ll get a few for myself to start the meal......but that wasn’t going to happen this year. I was kind of bummed…

As a serious knitter I keep making Chris Evans knock-offs for my husband and I am pretty sure he’s getting wise to what is going on. He gave me such a look when he finally saw Knives Out.

Also, ASD is a huge spectrum which presents with many different kinds of communication impairments and RRBIA. A high functioning actor with ASD can’t know what it’s like to have ASD so severe they are completely non-verbal any more than a neurotypical actor can. Some people don’t look any deeper than the label.

I do not agree with the growing progressive notion that actors should only play themselves and if a role doesn’t encompass your identity 100% it’s problematic to take it. It’s silly and defeats the purpose of...acting.

As a pair of autistics with theatre backgrounds, I think you’ve misunderstood Sia - we didn’t take it to mean that autistic actors can’t work, it’s that autistic actors can’t safely be involved in realistic portrayals of trauma they have PTSD about. We both have experienced this in roles and agree with her strongly.

Me and Mr. BSE are going to stay home, make carnitas tacos, drink some homebrew, and listen to records. Here’s hoping this is a new tradition.

I read something interesting once, I think it was in the “New Yorker,” although I can’t find the piece, about a woman whose husband had a job that took him to various countries. The one I remember most was Thanksgiving in Italy. Like France, turkey is usually only eaten at Christmas. She found a turkey farm but the…

Let’s see...

My mother-in-law’s husband. He’s a Trump supporter and also hard of hearing, which I normally wouldn’t hold against anyone, but, I don’t think his hearing aids work very well, he will defend how terrible the liberals are by just shouting about what “they” are doing to ruin the country louder, and louder, and louder.…

Don’t do that.

I sure as heck am putting up a tree this year! I’m not a Jesus person but I get a real tree every year. Don’t get full sizes ones though-just a cute tabletop one that I cut in half and put in the green trash bin at the end of the season. They are super duper messy-having a small one makes the mess manageable.

You can trust me, a random anonymous internet commenter whose username references 1970's British popular culture.

I mean. She was right though. He wasn’t helping her and was in fact harming her ability to get her kids back.

“You know how the deep state doesn’t like to be exposed,” Pendergrass said.

The thought that even worse excesses of the Trump administration have been curbed over these past four years by the incompetence of those within it has occurred to me, and it’s not a comforting one.

I personally may invest in a few of these for holiday gifts instead...

But what about people with no fucks left to give? Who speaks for us?