That’s great. My dad did something along the same lines. When I lived in AL, I was big into the community theatre scene, and just before I moved I was in a production of 1776. For whatever reason, the part of the delegate from NY state wasn’t cast, and the opening night was quickly approaching, so the director asked…

When I was little, my younger sister and I were in dance and we had a holiday recital called “The Night Before Christmas.” The older brother of one of our fellow dancers had been cast as the part of Santa, who was very important as he was in the background of almost every dance and played the male dancer part in a few…

I agree. I have ghosted 1 person after the California Trip From HELL. My mind is still processing the what the fuckery I went through there.

I’ll admit, I am guilty of ghosting people alllllll the time.

Show me this picture of this baby deer but not a video of it prancing and making weird baby deer noises? RUDE.

My mom had one of these hemorrhage 7 years ago and it very nearly killed her. It was a very long road to recovery, she stuggled to speak for many months, but she is miraculously back to baseline, and recently completed the Camino de Santiago de Compostela in Spain.

I don’t really understand all the excessive hate for Buzzfeed on here lately. It’s not like they offered $10k to buy untouched Vogue photos of Lena Dunham or as if they took cheap shots at Amy Pascal’s private online purchases. Don’t worry, Jez, no one is muscling in on you.

Us Weegies don’t take no shit - especially from wee shite’s like that! And if you are a nurse you probably get harassed all the time!

There’s a story that goes around in my family of a woman my mother went to school with who was working at Glasgow’s Royal Infirmary back in the seventies and eighties. Back in the later years of the 1970s, she was out one night with her pals and this young American guy comes sidling up to her. Young American…

This is dating myself but... when I was 10 years old my mother moved us from Philly to Westwood Ca. (a whole ‘nother story but it was actually a case of custodial interference.) Our neighbor in in the Melrose place looking complex was Barbara Barry. She played Gavin Mcleod’s wife on “The Mary Tyler Moore Show”. She…

No one should treat ANYONE that way. I’m so sorry. He’s a total fannyfart fuckwit whilst you rock at life. I hope you know this.

Meh. The show’s sucked since Clooney left.

I actually wrote the comment specifically hoping it would ruin your life. My work here is done.

I was so excited she was in it, and then so bummed that she basically just sat and waited for Brad Pitt to call for the entire movie.

Bingo! It was disgusting to watch because it was entirely too real. But I couldn’t stop laughing the whole time. She reminded me oh so vividly why I don’t watch those talk shows; I can’t tolerate them, my system just rejects it all like a baboon heart.

Why did I find “it’s an island” and “you can afford it” the funniest moments? Not a knock against the whole skit but those asides really hit me for some reason.

I know lots of people read that scene as a reflection on Betty’s vanity, but god, it just broke my heart. That line, “Will you tell them how I like my hair?” - Betty knows that no one will do right by her like her daughter and she’s entrusting that to her. Yes, it’s superficial, but it’s also a measure of control…

“Sally burst into tears, and maybe you did, too.” Yep, I sure did. And I almost did again now, too. It was beautifully heartbreaking.