I actually kind of hate the festival. I’m not a big movie guy.

That sounds fun! I’m a bad liar but a decent exaggerater so I do the opposite thing at Sundance and play up my salt-of-the-earth status. “I get paid HOURLY. I HATED 2001: A Space Odyssey. I’m so REAL.”

Not me but my girlfriend. Apparently some rather popular teenager used to have my gf’s number, or currently has a number very similar, and she get’s texts and what not from strange teens a lot. So she was once invited to the group chat of a bunch of girls discussing the team name and design for the t-shirt for their…

So about ten years ago when my son was around 13 we had to go to Lowe’s for about the tenth time in two weeks – this time for paint for the bathroom. As we walked in, knowing my son’s commitment to a role, smarts, and incredible precocity, I told him the plan that had just occurred to me. He agreed.

Oh! I do have a story. But it does paint me and some of my friends in a bad light. All the same, here it goes.

When I was about 13, I pretended to be a soon to be mother on a baby name message board. I really liked baby names at the time (girl names only, der), carefully maintaining lists for all my future children. This was back around 2001 so it was a very primitive message boards, but I was extremely active, becoming a top…

I pretended to be straight for 20 years. Does that count?

i think that question in itself is a dead end and a huge distraction from abortion rights, subsidized daycare, racism in criminal justice and maternity leave

The candidate I worked for is running again.

I will always read a memoir by a former groupie. I find it endlessly entertaining and fascinating, but that’s probably because I’m a wannabe.

See....I love memoirs. I love biographies. I love non-fiction. I’m a non-fiction junkie. I fucking love anecdotes and real stories from interesting* people. So the memoir boom is like my literary wet-dream.

I just finished reading my first David Sedaris and I’m in love.

(*key word)

When I was in 7th grade, I tried to pitch my memoir to my English Composition teacher. She bluntly told me that anyone who writes a memoir under the age of 65 is a charlatan. Not only was I not to write a memoir, I was to avoid anyone who was writing one without due cause like they had an infectious disease.

Thank you for having the strength to share your story.

You can do reverse image searches??! What is this devil magic??!! (Apparently I fall perfectly into this demographic of suckers).

OMG my mom is the worst with this. I have told her so many times not to clink email links or put personal info into a webpage, and she literally just like last week clicked on an email supposedly from her bank (it wasn’t) and then input her passwords and everything into the resulting page. I MEAN!!

It’s so sad to hear stories of people being scammed. Thankfully one of my uncles is a Nigerian Prince so my financial future has already been secured.

Yeah, I’m with you. I think that SAHMs should have their work acknowledged, and paying them is a decent way to do that. But the fact that is a fraction of his income and valued based on his determination bothers me.

On the one hand, recognizing that the work a SAHM does benefits the family and is worthy of remuneration: I can see how this could arguably be a good thing, in a step-in-the-right-direction way.

“Daaaaadddy, basketball is soooo boooring. We should hide under this cool tablecloth. Hey, look - people taking pictures of me. Hi People! Hi cameras!”

I have always wanted my partners (the ones I liked, anyway) to tell me, honestly, how many people they’ve slept with. I am not the jealous type and think it’s great she’s had experience.